“Under the trees and the earth, under the roots of the towering spruce and the mighty fir, under strata of rich black loam and rocky clay, under the carcasses of ancient sequoias and redwoods, and finally under the worms and the slugs and the crawling things that ate them all, the Lord of the Forest sleeps. His veins pulse and throb in the dark earth. He does not like the men and the way they trample through his forest. He does not like when they pull his mushrooms from the earth and stupid...
