The Wood's can speak

Prologue

-y'll are gonna kill me but I finally wrote a plot for a book and this is the one, so bare with me TwT-

Mr.Hobs smelled of potato eyes and freshly bloomed lavender flowers. His orbs, a dark chestnut brown and so is his coarse pelt. His face is square shaped, two long, yellowing tusks growing out of his bottom jaw. Mr. Hobs is a boar man, and a grumpy one at that. Mr. Hobs says the woods by his cabin can talk, and I think that's why he's grumpy. Bean also thinks the forest can speak, it whispers quite gently, the sounds of the night. Sometimes, when it's just dark enough, she can look out the window in her burrow room and see the forest with its big, toothy grin... momma chids and says she's crazy and that it's just the birch trees, but then why would it move with the words that it speaks...?Bean is a little rabbit, her mother calls her and sisters "Bean". Sometimes they think she just doesn't want to give them names. her other siblings didn't survive the winter, so she's really the only one that's called Bean now, at least that's something. She likes visiting Mr.Hobs' house, and he thinks he likes it when  she does as well.                                                           "Mr.Hobs?" she spoke up, looking at the old boar. He turned to the rabbit, quirking one of his furry brows. "What is it?"Mr. Hobs sounds funny with his tusks, but Bean doesn't mind."Tell me again, what the forest says to you" she begged him to say it again, her lips set firm in a pout."It says "The woods speak, It says 'I sit with the rats that climb up the trees, the rats of which tongues roll down to their knees.I sleep with the birds who call to the moon, and come back to me, with long, shiny spoons.One and each animal I see, will die in my arms and feed the roots of my tree.feed my roots as they rot, live without name, their splotchy pelts washed by the remnants of rain.'"

"The stars blink once, then once again, their lights rising and falling like shifting sand. Their earthly existence but an ivory glow, trickling over like drips of snow. they see what is gone, they've seen what was there, and they blink all so often from the tears that they share. Each and every drip of tears coming to rest on the glass, The glass of a window from an infant's soul that had just passed. The stars have seen all, and wish to express that this world is dying and my heart is a mess.""The Creek, it sings, it sings too both, its tongue made of once shar rocks weathered down by river's wear. The creak, it plays harps from the heavens about, and holds such hope as a woodland squirrel does, hoping to find all the acorns it laid, and growing new tree by the one it forgets ""Mother told me this just as the sun sank, as we sat at the river, watching the bank... mother was gone, she had been for a while, but the hand on my shoulder, the connection felt vile. We think of the trees, how they loose, the stars, how they weep or the creek how it wishes, but you lack to notice the man on the corner does all three and more"" He inhaled once he finished, laid back in his old, creaking chair which he rocked back and forth.                                   Bean kept looking up at him, tapping her hind paws on the floor, she flicked her ear, feeling the wind bristle her fur against the grain."What does roots mean?" she asked, genuinely curious.... she was only a few months old, and momma had only taught her naughty words she said too never tell"Roots are what feed the trees" He'd respond her orbs glinted in understanding, reflecting the morning sun, just taking in the forest's words until she heard mothers voice calling."Sorry Mr.Hobs, momma says it's time for my chores... I'll be back with some of the beetroots you asked for!" she exclaimed, hopping too her paws and bounding off, her sundress waving in the wind. Mr.Hobs watched as she left, his hooves, holding onto the straps on his muddy overalls. He looked to the woods, opening his tusked maw. "You've got another one, you fantastical wood....""Welcome back, Beanie" Jacklyn chittered, turning to the little rabbit bounding into the door."Hi, Momma!" Bean greeting jovially, jumping up on the stool beside the sink her mother stood at, husking the heads of corn into the bucket filled half an inch with water."I'll need you to clean up the table and wash the husks for the compost." Jacklyn hummed, running a corn-scented paw over the kit's ear.