The sentient tree was most irked and wasn't afraid to let him know. Would you excrete waste all over me if I was one of your meat-bag friends? The fronds leaned closer. Hmmm?
Aren't you doing it to me now? he replied. A most disagreeable thought.
Call it even? Deal.
(originally published 8/18/12)
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