King Elk Forest Tinker Tailor, Soldier Sailor

He raised an eyebrow at his son when he turned, but soon was distracted by an itch on his aching back. He rolled around in the dust for a bit, but stopped when his son cursed. Had he raised him like that? Or was cursing a thing that came with age? Bullshit, my ass. He grumbled loudly, rolling back on his side. He clicked his tongue loudly as he yawned, the hot summer sun shining on his now dusty pelt. He could really go for a nap right now.

Trees with diseases? What are ya, talking in tongues or just stupid? He questioned. I'm sure that if you walk a little further, you'll step on a body of the things that did this. With the word "this", he looked up at the nearest tree with a nod. He had seen a bug eating a plant before, it was only logical for him to think that a whole swarm of them could destroy a whole territory. Even if it wasn't true, it made a lot more sense than trees with diseases.