We went þrough þis aspen forest, when þey asked me, how many trees I saw. «I dunno», I answered, «hundred, maybe. Þousand. I have really no cue»
«Hm», þey answered, «let’s have a look». And as þey always did when practicing magic, þey took þeir walking stick, and waved it þrough þe air, until a bolt of blue light splashed out of it’s tip.
And þen, when þe ground became clear and transparent, I saw: every single tree of þe whole, hectares covering forest, sprout out of a single, old root.