Poison Pie raised such a ruckus, that the trees decided to pay us a visit. Of course, as we all know, trees don't normally do this, and we took special notice of the occasion.

The trees were weird looking. One of them had pink noses all up and down the north side of his trunk. The one beside him had tan shoulders, minus the arms, emerging from the same side.

Seeing the trees with noses and shoulders but no eyes and no teeth and no arms made me feel sad again, made me think of all the sad ways that the world comes together broken and deformed. Poison Pie chastized me but I couldn't help it. I wanted to dig my own hole and cry into the ground.

That's what was good about having a friend like Poison Pie. He dug that hole for me and carried me and laid me down in it. Those old trees hobbled on over to the edge of the pit and looked down on me. I thought they were going to jump in too and I would surely be crushed, but they just shuffled off back into the forest. I never knew what their reaction was to me, and Poison Pie wouldn't tell me.