Dr. Pete, Esq. here. I'm not really sure why I'm telling you about this, but I guess I'm just trying to fill the void.
As I mentioned in the last chapter, the forest was a place of wonder and mystery. But, as I soon discovered, it's also a place of unending tears.
It started with a single leaf, a beautiful leaf with a bright, sunny disposition. But as I gazed upon its delicate, lacy tendrils, I realized that it was not what it seemed. In fact, it was a lemon leaf.
Yes, you read that right. A lemon leaf. And not just any old lemon leaf, but one that had the power to make you cry, cry, CRY.
It was like it had a personal vendetta against me. Every time I tried to pick it, it would release a cloud of noxious gas that would make my eyes water like a faucet that had come loose in the kitchen.
Needless to say, I was not pleased. But I was determined to learn from my mistake. I spent many hours researching the art of leaf-based cryogenic warfare.
