"This isn't good," Negris hesitated to say.
Just as the Tree of God thought it could relax, Negris continued, "Look at it like this, what do you have to bury? You can't just bury a pile of hay. How about setting up a festival where you worship it annually on this day, give everyone a holiday, raise their salary or something, make it fun."
"That sounds good, that sounds good. Make it like the Cereal Competition, with all kinds of performances, entertainment, and shopping that can involve the whole family. Let's call it... right, what's your name?" Durken turned to the Tree of God to ask.
The Tree of God replied with some anger, "They call me, the Tree of God."
