THE IRITREES FORM POISON PODS |
Trav felt better. At least he wouldn't be alone in this. Another idea entered Trav's mind and he blurted it out before he thought. "What will you do if the men start cutting live trees before I can stop them?"
A myriad of brightly colored images formed one after the other on the ground. Trav didn't have to ask what had happened. He remembered Aunt Meddle's story of how the trees poisoned the settler who insisted on cutting live trees. This time the iritrees had no plan to show mercy. They would kill every person on the planet if anyone logged live trees.
Trav tried asking for patience, mercy, a promise to give him time to stop the loggers.
The wisper faded to nothing until only one idea remained in Trav's mind. Remember.