The poisonous hemlock bushes had slept for many centuries, their little
minds slumbering and seeing dreams of fighting. When in the chaos of
fires and fighting with Thera they were jolted into awareness, a wild
joy overtook them as they rushed around madly, attacking everything and
anything that got in their way. Their small minds unable to take the
excitement, they soon left the confines of Thera and rambled out onto
the highways, gleefully preying on all unsuspecting travelers. After
all, who could expect a perfectly innocent road bush to suddenly jump on
you and try to beat you with its branches?

The forest folk attempted to herd the bushes back into the forest, but
that proved quite difficult. Finally, the Elder Oak was awoken from his
nap, and with the help of several other trees, the combined forces of
the Oak and Duiran were able to shove the bushes back into the forest.
The Oak read them a stern lecture about leaving the forest's premises,
and the bushes, subdued and rather sulky, sneaked off into the forest to
brood and wait for an unsuspecting victim to come around.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lanosian, in the year 113 MA.