King Elk Forest Made of salt and umbrellas and typewriters too

It was a large forest. Beautifully made not by the common sight of pine and other evergreen she had seen here, but old trees, trees like oak and sequoia and elm, who's trunks were think and branches out stretching. Large and powerful like the mighty herds of elk which lived here. They had also passed a lake, created by a blockage of heavily packed dam by the beavers which lived there. Unknowing yet, a river passed through their new home. It was a forest indeed full of life and promise and seemingly tucked away in the corner of the world away from prying eyes. They were home. The old woman sighed with happy relief and laid to the forest floor, joining the song of her family into the crisp air.