Trees
"What do you think you're doing?"
The carpenter yelped before whipping around.
His eyes were round with shock, but they quickly filled with terror once recognition dawned.
Good, Vivi thought, smug.
"I, eh, was just chopping some lumber…"
A thin, sadistic smirk twisted her lips. "Do you like stories, mortal?"
"Sure?"
"Perfect. Have you heard the tale about the witch who was known for transforming obnoxious carpenters into trees, just like the ones they cut down without a second thought?"
Vivi cackled as she watched him run away, screaming about how he didn't want birds to poop in his branches.