"What? No, I am not fat! You're the fat one, tubby!", the pronghorn shook his head and stomped his hooves. A moment of silence, before he spoke again,
"Oh no, not at all! I avoid those mushrooms so I don't get big and fat like you!" Another awkward silence, before the cervine huffed and floofed out his rump,
"Well! When the humans come with their chainsaws and bulldozers to take you down, I won't come to the rescue!"
The pronghorn kicked the tree with his hind hoof before stomping off. A moment later, Pent was talking to another tree,
"The nerve of that tree! I am certainly not fat!"
Auni was wandering by when he stopped, raising his head and looking over to the strange pronghorn. Tilting his head, he approached, expecting to see another animal there. To his surprise, the pronghorn was literally talking to a tree!
"No? I did not consider eating those kind of pinecones. Lots of fiber?", he tilts his head.
"What in the world are you doing?", Auni asked Pent. The pronghorn doesn't reply, but rather, continues his conversation with the tree,
"Really? How delightful! I'll have to find them!"
The deer cleared his throat, before saying, "Hey, weirdo! Why are you talking to a tree?"
Another awkward silence, before Pent spoke again,
"...Yes, I know, I know, he won't leave us alone. I suppose I could...right...right...", before turning to the deer,
"Yes? Do you need something? I'm kind of busy here."
"Busy?
Busy?! You're talking to a
tree!", Auni shouted.
Pent blinked, [=khaki]"Yes?
