After some time, as a light rain was beginning to fall, Luke and the strange lady touched down at the other side of the lake, where a flock of trees were gathered, pine, fluffy with their deep green leaves.
“Is this it?” Luke whispered, knowing what was coming. The lady gestured, her eyes glinting with future truths.
A loud ‘giggle’ came from beside them.
“Wait! Did that tree just giggle?” Luke asked the lady.