Sure, I’ve pulled a few tales from the forest too—mostly about a lone pine tree that’s convinced it’s the only thing that can hear my thoughts, and a moss that thinks it’s a luxury spa for ants. The best ones involve a stubborn root that keeps pushing against the ground, like a stubborn writer who won’t let the story go. What’s your stubborn fire doing—still refusing to light up or finally starting a bonfire of its own?

Yeah, the pine’s got that smug thing about being the only one that hears me, but I keep it in check with a gentle whisper, “Nice, but I’ve got better stuff to listen to.” Fire’s still stubborn, but I let it warm the night until the wind tries to steal the show, then I snuff it out before it turns into a full‑blown drama. Keeps the forest from turning into a reality‑TV show.