Thus, you can imagine my surprise, when we encountered this awesome beast right outside of our Normandy hotel. It must have been on a journey somewhere, and happened to cross through the parking lot just as I was backing up to embark on our daily adventures. For what was once clear, was not, and where there was no tree, there suddenly was a tree. But, as you know, trees don't move, and they certainly don't walk in front of moving vehicles.
This tree, however, did, and therefore, must have been the ent of lore. In fact, now that I think about it, this ent must have been depressed, for why else would it park itself right behind a reversing car? Perhaps it was trying to end its lonely existance, perhaps it only wanted contact--any contact at all.
Regardless, it lept in front of our car, and myself, unable to stop it, managed to hit its leg. Sadly, ents, being massive creatures, are quite difficult to hurt, much less injure, with a Puegot of all things, and we didn't even give the thing so much as a scratch. I tried speaking to the ent, but alas, he was too depressed to say anything--I could not even get him to exchange insurance information.
I do hope that he manages to get himself some help; ents are so rare nowadays, and I hate to think of the mental anguish that would cause him to leap in front of a moving car. Still, I feel honored enough to have seen one, and hope that someday, I may see another. He did allow me to take a picture though:
In conclusion, that f-ing gnome is a damn liar, and that tree was so not there.
Wow. I am now jealous of your amazing experience! ;)
ReplyDeletePerhaps it was not trying to commit suicide, but instead was near-sighted and mistook your Plucky Peugeot for its long-lost Ent-Wife.
ReplyDeleteFace it....You were gob-smacked by a lovesick walking tree.
I rememberNormandy being a silent awe inspiring place.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the trip.
John.