The War On Trees: Part One

I am compelled to continue with this expose`, with this long-form journalistic post of what I have discovered at Abused Woods Park. It is a difficult story to tell, it is difficult to know where to begin (even though I have already begun). Anyway, let's start by asking:


Why?




Yes, Why?





Why is this rather large, yet obscure, park hidden on the backside of Cornana like a hump upon a hunchback? What is it's true purpose?

That is the question:





And it is a very good question indeed:




Yet we cannot let ourselves get all bent out of shape questioning that question:




No. We cannot.

As you--Dear Non-Reader--can see, this is an empty place, a gray place, a brown and tan and full of trees place. Abused Woods Park. Certainly, if you were to visit Soybean Island City (which I much advise not to) you will see trees. Many trees. But outside of these urban (cough) enclaves you will not see many trees. And even within these urban (cough cough) areas, if you look closely, you will see trees that are chained, tied, fenced, trees that are trying to escape through the Underground Tree-Train Tunnels which are maintained by the Anti-Snailians (Eye-Nye-Hab Descendants) . . . But, that's for later. More on this deciduously evil park . . .








Here (above) you can see how the authorities have used the severed limbs and bodies of trees for pedestrian use. Yes. Dead trees to walk on, as steps leading to more dead trees and the captive trees.

There are also wooden planks set up as a walkway above the leaf-littered soil so that Soybean Islanders do not have to sully their shoes on the land that the trees need to survive upon. So that they can come and view and keep watch and guard these poor creatures.





But there are also paths of dirt:





And there is water--water kept away from the trees and controlled and drained in a Good Drainage way.










Yes.

So dark. So sad.

Here, let my secret photos reveal what they reveal. Let them speak for the trees who cannot speak for themselves or for anyone, not even the squirrels:
















Do you like swampy? Would you care to live in a swamp with algae and frogs and water striders and wet feet? Some of the trees must:






Okay, two more:





A set of bricks amongst the trees (above).

And (below) a trunk:




With a hole bored into it for the beloved Soybean Island Snail (Fighting Snail, Transcendental Snail) to live in comfort and parasitic splendor.



Well. That's all I can do for today. I am quite exhausted and scarred now. I will return to post Part Two as soon as I recover.

For now: Adios Arbol Amigos!

Goodbye from Soybean Island