Jobberific-OCDamsels

The realm of a Thousand Trees was the whole of their world. A forest that stretched farther than could be walked, or run, or crawled, or climbed, or swam, or dug. Its mighty trees reached the sky, towering high over their heads. Its stout trunks formed a barrier, a wall, shielding the realm from the great beyond. Its canopy protected them from weather and worry. It was their home, their protector, and their provider. The seasons changed, and Thousand trees might change with it. From the greens of spring, to the yellows of summer. From the orange of autumn, to the dark of winter. But always the forest continued, and the people with it. The people of Thousand Trees were many, and varied. As different and strange to one another as night, and day. The tribes of the mice, and the squirrels, of the rabbits and the badgers, of the- “But I know all this.” Berenice huffed, closing the book with a dusty thud, eliciting a squeak of surprise. “Everybody knows all this!” She sat back, bored, at