It’s so tough when you’re new to a forest and don’t know who’s cool yet

'Oh, give it up, Will,' the tree muttered. 'He's onto us.'

That, Cuthbert was certain, had not been the wind. He peered at the tree.
'Who goes there?' it called to him. 'Friend or foe?'

'Uh,' Cuthbert said, his eyes darting nervously across the bushes and trees as he tried to decide if he wanted to be associated with them. After all, he was new here and he didn't really know anybody yet, and he didn't know who was cool...