[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

[A post from Moro's journal is extremely rare - that thing almost always sits in her den, completely ignored. But apparently, her message is pressing enough to paw at the thing until she feels it's turned on.

Which means about five minutes of a giant paw padding the paper before Moro's grumbling voice goes through it.]

If you humans do hear me: do not forget that the trees without leaves in winter are not dead. Do not cut them unless you are sure they are or unless you are in dire need.

[...As usual, assuming the worst in terms of human intelligence.]

Comments

[menial]

...On the other hand, there might be newcomers who innocently chop down a tree without knowing this.

['Gee, self, I wonder if that sounded suspicious.']

[biteoffherhead]

I was promised that newcomers would be informed of my presence.

[menial]

...Uh, well, sure, but not all of them come to the village immediately.

[biteoffherhead]

I feel that my wishes were not being spread by word of mouth as I so intended. It is, perhaps, a better alternative to killing humans entering my forest indiscriminately as before.

[Hence her using her journal in the first place.]

[menial]

Oh, of course, but only "perhaps".

['...Though I don't know if the sarcasm in that message will get across.']

[biteoffherhead]

You have a better alternative?

[menial]

['I would suggest taking the "killing" off the table instantly. But I suppose we'd have no excuses to go hunting then, huh?']

No, not really. I'll think about it, how's that?

[biteoffherhead]

You might as well not waste your time.

[menial]

['I wasn't actually planning on thinking about it, but it's nice to have permission.']

Uh, right then, I guess I won't.