"Why do you need these trees? What are you planning, Bill?" Dipper exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him. Bill grinned and stood still, leaning forward on his cane. "To tell you a story, of course. Take a seat Dipper; this is going to be long." "I think I'd prefer to stand." "Ok, fine, whatever. But if you pass out I'm not catching you." Bill said sighing. "Why would I fall