"Hello Earnest, what's up?"
"I am up, Geo. I am wondering what that purple roundy thing is."
"Then come down. You're welcome to see for yourself."
"Ok, but no funny business. Don't eat me or anything."
"Of course not, Earnest. I'm not even a bit hungry for raw squirrel."
"I will feel safer if I sneak down. Things have been swooping at me lately --screechy things!"
"I guess, coming down now."
"What about the other swoopers --hooty things?"
"Owls? None in evidence during daylight."
"Ok, Geo. What is this?"
"It's a purple plastic pail, Earnest --half-full of bark."
"Tree bark, cedar and redwood. You've never seen them before because they come from far away, from the coast and from Lebanon."
"Geo., the scent is intoxicating, comforting. I want to get in this bucket."
"It's Norma's bucket, Earnest. She's been spreading these barks all over the planting areas, but I don't think she'd mind if you..."
"Oh WOW! This is incredible! Geo., I smell primordial mountain forests, trees a thousand feet tall, land-masses calving into continents so many million years ago! I feel coastlines collide and pitch mountains far beyond our little lives, far before my life on this property."
"My dear, beautiful Earnest, you made a very tough decision to sneak down from the trees --my species did the same-- a decision with severe consequences..."
"Worse than swoopers? I felt so frightened!"
"Yes, far worse than hawks and owls, Earnest. That is not cowardice. That is bravery."