From the creak of a branch, to the whisper of leaves, to the crinkling sound as they rush 'crossed the eaves. From the snap of a twig, to the deafening thump, as a tree crashes down to no more than a stump. The creaking and groaning you heard as it fell, is the sound of my voice that you hear when I yell. Though I am not tall, I can walk with a clump. I am one with the trees, I'm The Great Buggle Wump!
