THE WEEPING WILLOW
"Hey, (pant, pant) it's me, (pant) the Whomping Willow. (pant, pant) Well, more like Weeping Willow. (pant, pant) Would you mind pressing that knob? (pant)
Ahhh, much better. Thanks. Phew! Do you know how tired I get? I mean how would you like to have to wave your branch-, err, arms around 24 hours a day, seven days a week? Let me tell you, it is not the job for me! What with the kids, and all. I hate those kids! They have no mercy! All day it's "Let's touch it's trunk," or "No, let's break it's branches!" "I bet I can turn it off!"
They taunt me and tease me like there's no tomorrow! When they're feeling exceptionally mean they even try to hang on to me! Do they care if they break my branches and stomp in my roots in the process? Sob. My poor roots! I don't think they'll ever recover from that awful werewolf! For seven years, seven, long, hard years, I had to put up with that awful beast! They would turn off my knob and I would relax, but no, that was a false hope. As soon as that terrible man was led down my secret stairway he would go crazy. He clawed and ripped and tore away at me poor, defenseless roots. When he was through with them they were only a few, weak twigs!
Hey, why are you getting up? Don't go, there is so much more for me to tell you! Wait! Don't press that knob! Don't press that...Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
"Hey, (pant, pant) it's me, (pant) the Whomping Willow. (pant, pant) Well, more like Weeping Willow. (pant, pant) Would you mind pressing that knob? (pant)
Ahhh, much better. Thanks. Phew! Do you know how tired I get? I mean how would you like to have to wave your branch-, err, arms around 24 hours a day, seven days a week? Let me tell you, it is not the job for me! What with the kids, and all. I hate those kids! They have no mercy! All day it's "Let's touch it's trunk," or "No, let's break it's branches!" "I bet I can turn it off!"
They taunt me and tease me like there's no tomorrow! When they're feeling exceptionally mean they even try to hang on to me! Do they care if they break my branches and stomp in my roots in the process? Sob. My poor roots! I don't think they'll ever recover from that awful werewolf! For seven years, seven, long, hard years, I had to put up with that awful beast! They would turn off my knob and I would relax, but no, that was a false hope. As soon as that terrible man was led down my secret stairway he would go crazy. He clawed and ripped and tore away at me poor, defenseless roots. When he was through with them they were only a few, weak twigs!
Hey, why are you getting up? Don't go, there is so much more for me to tell you! Wait! Don't press that knob! Don't press that...Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!