A Letter to the Ents

Dear Treebeard,

How ya doing, old buddy? I want to say thanks first off for the help you lent to Merry and Pippin, and in the wonderful disaster you caused for that nasty old grinch, Saruman. I'd be willing to bet that those jolly little "hobbitses" have written a few songs about you and your comrades. I'm sure that makes you all very proud.

A buddy of mine likes trees, and he's a "recycling nazi." So I jokingly call him "tree hugger" when he gets fanatic about people throwing recyclables into the trash. But this makes me wonder about something. Do you like hugs? Granted, you might crush me to dust if you tried hugging me. Can I hug you, though?

I bet you enjoy birds nesting on your limbs, humming along with their joyful singing. And the squirrels -- you gotta love the squirrels! The bears, rubbing their backs against you to cure that itch, must be a soft, furry delight, huh? But why do you Ents let the dogs pee on your feet?

Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. Sorry I haven't written in a while.
Brently Baggins

P.S. I composed this on a computer, by the way, so that you'd be willing to read it. (I remember the first time how you scolded me about using paper.) Take care, old friend.