Sometime back in September (or thereabouts) all four of us were in the
trusty mini van, driving along a route we take often. (Yes, it is the way from our house to Target and Starbucks, what of it?) Anyway, we turn a corner and to the right are recently harvested cornfields, split by a line of large trees, just changing colors and starting to lose their leaves. At this point on this particular trip, CJ starts proclaiming loudly that the trees are walking. He is pointing out the window and exclaiming, “Look, walking trees!” He is not proclaiming this is a happy way. These are not friendly Ents to CJ’s estimation. They have a dark purpose. John and I look over, trying to figure out what he is seeing, assuming it is just an optical illusion since we are in motion.
Then CJ insists they are gone, having disappeared into the distant copse of trees.
To this day we are clueless as to what he actually saw, but he still insists that the walking trees with a dark purpose exist and are lurking whenever we drive to Target. Or Starbucks. Which maybe a lot. Ahem.
So walking trees, people. And not the friendly Treebeard. Nope, the angry Orthanc destroying Ents.
Just remember that before you light your Yule logs.