[ WP ] The great oak and the sapling , listening to the sounds of chainsaws in the distance .

`` Do you hear it, my child?'' the oak whispered to the sapling trembling in the wind. 
 
 `` Yes, father, I hear it. I hear the cries of our family as the Cutters dismember them, and they fall to the ground with a great moan.'' 
 
 `` Always the Cutters have torn us down. Great, burning Cutters that bolt from the Water-bearers when they are angry. Tiny, biting Cutters that cone forth from the Food-bearer in millions, building mounds as high as the deer stands. Larger, gnawing Cutters that use us to block the flow of the Water-carriers, making Water-holders for them to reside in. We have always grown back, more numerous than before. 
 
 `` And now these sharp, screaming Cutters are destroying us. They evolved from sharp, stony Cutters; into sharper, toothed Cutters; and many iterations between. No Cutters have done as much damage as the ones the Bipedals have made, in all the history of the great Forests... not even the burrowing, shiny Cutters from afar can say as much.'' 
 
 `` The moans have stopped, Father.'' 
 
 `` Aye, they may have stopped for now, but they will start again another time, and soon we may join them. It is that way with the Bipedals.'' 
 
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