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Bruihu gets up, walks a few steps, turns around and waves goodbye. Then he walks back into the woods.

"I can't. Bruihu replies and then falls silent.

"You got it all wrong. This is the big oak, the first tree of creation."

"Trees are no creatures like you and me."

Bruihu declines the offer of saussage. "I live off water, air and sunshine."

"They are grown trees. They are fine."

"Nah. Fruit trees are your thing. You do that."

"I'll hang around some more." Bruihu replies and sits down at the new grove.

As everyone just stares in awe, Bruihu leads the trees close to the farmhouse and in a place he thinks is nice he has them take roots again. And just like that there is a nice little grove some hundred feet from the house.

As you walk on, more slowly to let the (un)friendly tree catch up another tree joins the walk. And another one, and another one. Within a few seconds a tree rocks left and right, freeing the roots from the ground and then walks after Bruihu.

"It's a tree. Where do you tell with a tree if it looks friendly?"

It isn't exactly clear with the different physiognomy but it looks like Bruihu does a facepalm. "I bring a tree."

"Hu? I mean move four trees in a group. And in between you plant the seeds."

"Yes. You can collect acorns, pine cones, and other, whatever kind of trees you want, dig them in and wait. I a few years you'd have a field of saplings there. Shall I move a few trees to make a grove to protect them near the village?"

Bruihu steps up and swipes the wolves off Tarjun, sending them tumbling back into the pack. "I am Groot!"

Bull Rush: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 20 = 39

"Hmmmm."

"No. Can't speak beaver. Also, can't run after every critter biting into trees."

"No felling trees for Mr. Beaver here! That little pest is almost as bad as humans." Bruihu protests.

Then he goes on to dig the canal deeper, glaring at Clara.

"No, I don't think so."

Bruihu follows at some 20 feet distance and with his roots, deepens the canal. By pushing the earth out he creates the dams to the left and right. After him everything is pressed by his sheer weight sitting on top.

"The last entmoot I took part in ended 38 years, two month and four days ago."

"For an entmoot with you to last long, you'd have to learn ent. But if you just want to hang out in the woods, we can do that. But don't call it an entmoot then."

"We're not in a hurry when it comes to entmoots. Trees live for hundreds of years. And there isn't much of interest happening. So..." Bruihu shrugs.

"That is when trees like me meet to talk about what to do before doing something. That takes days until everyone said what they want to say. And even longer to come to conclusions."

"Are you having an Entmoot first?" Bruihu inquires as the kids only talk and don't plow.

"You kids are funny. You look like small humans but you don't act like them."

"Trees just stand in their place and grow all their life. I can move and talk. But usually I don't. I just stand with the trees."

"This is a nice change. So we wait for this Tarjun?"

"Nah. I'm not young by any means."

"You didn't bring that funny thing with the ox to draw the line where to dig?"

Bruihu steps out between some trees and proudly exclaims "I happened."

Bruihu does as asked, and guides the kids away from the wolves and back towards the settlement.

Half way they meet Jewel.

"I'll check in from time to time to see how planting the trees goes. And I can show you where to find the trees to plant. But I for sure won't work with humans to cut trees. They can kill themselves with falling branches for all I care."

"If you plant trees that's good. And if you think, before cutting down a tree that helps to. If you cut down an whole acre of wood and then plant new ones they'll topple over in the next storm."

And don't praise beavers. Those little bastards take down trees without caring about what's good. But they are few and far between. So its not too bad. Humans on the other hand...

"Just wanted to see whose side you'd take. Humans are so self centered." Bruihu states, and after a pause to think he adds "Usually."

"So what are you gonna do that this wood chopping isn't eating away more and more of these woods"

The imprints of Bruihu's roots are clearly visible on the ground. And after following those tracks for some 100 feet Bruihu 'jumps' out behind you. "Haha, got you!"

"Bwahahaha! All right, you deal with it." Bruihu turns and leaves.

But something else presents itself. The shouting of a well known voice is carried over from where the lumberjacks work.

"You useless lot! How dare you cutting down the trees here!"

"You go. I'll see what I do next." Bruihu replies.

"If you just fill the hole, the water will soon stink."

Bruihu steps forward and bents over to look into the hole. "That's a big hole."

He takes his time to look down into the hole...

and into the woods around...

and at the sky...

"We could plant trees. In half a century, they would almost cover the hole."

Bruihu won't solve the puzzle of how to do it for you.

"This makes sense. I'll take a look. Lead the way."

I am Groot.