An accused tree shakes in fear, her leaves falling like tears. A clergy surrounds a pile of bones at her base, speculating her guilt. While the town scribe measures her girth, a sheriff reads out the charges.

“Dendritus, on the fourteenth of February, you knowingly let loose your appendage with malice. Said appendage, approximately ninety stone, did strike two lovers, who sought caresses under your bough. How do you plead?”

Dendritus, upset after the carnage she witnessed and those that later took place upon her body, leaned in a state of shocked sadness, like a catatonic rape victim.

“Her guilt silences her! Sawman, cut her down and slice her through the middle, she forces us to extract her truth! Ring-Reader, ready your device and prepare to read her spiral of lies!”

Dedritus’ sap turns so cold, it shocks her into speaking. “I beg of you, guilty I am not! The sweet lovers were robbed and their lives smothered! Ask the ravens, twas their feeding weight and ice that caused my break!”