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"Zip, get out here!" He barked. Literally, it sounded like bark to my ears. There was a slight rustling in the leaves, and then a most unusual creature stepped into the clearing.
It looked like a sapling, but it had legs and arms and a tiny face. A tiny face with a wicked smile spread across it. It stood about two feet high, and as it got closer, I could see that instead of fingers and toes, it had soft pink roots. It was a mini Silverwood.
"Sorry, Grandpa." The little guy laughed, and that annoying rustling sound filled my ears again.
"Zip, do not be so rude." Silverwood gestured at me. "Apologise."
The little guy, Zip, turned to me.
"Saaawwwwweeee." He distorted the word as only a petulant child can.
I was still sprawled out on the muddy ground. It was not fun, and th
