All right, I've got to try this out.
[Approaching the nearest tree, Gertrude bites his thumb hard enough to draw blood, and uses it to write on the side of the tree:]
FRAILTY, THY NAME IS TREE.
[After a brief moment's hesitation, the tree's branches bend to Gertrude's will, reaching down, lifting him off the ground, and placing him gently high
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