It was another fine rainy morning in the Click Clock Wood.

"How come there isn't more enemy variety between us?" A Grumblin Hood asked another in the spring section.

The other Grumblin Hood shrugged. "Don't know or care really. I'm just thankful that I've been blessed to walk around. I don't want to end up like that plant over there that can't even snare bears."

The snare bear plant clamped itself in frustration at the walking grunts, realizing that the words being said about it were true but due to circumstances couldn't do anything about itself to change.