To both my dear Hot Coppers, let us hope the forest is indeed...

To both my dear Hot Coppers, let us hope the forest is indeed Sherwood as another forest has no green leaves, only black; no branches straight and smooth, but knotted, gnarled; no fruits are there, but only bananas bearing poison.

There, fierce, filthy, winged monsters, with the faces of gorillas, bodies of vultures, and sharp claws lay await for the two of you. They leave a loathsome stench when carrying away the souls of the dead, and serve as ministers of divine vengeance and punish criminals.

There the coconut trees drip and hiss with escaping vapor, so from each banana tree stump issues together both words and blood; at which you may let the branch fall, and stand like one who is afraid for, will you be broken?

For from the first banana tree, which is torn from the ground with broken roots, drops of black monkey blood trickle and stain the earth with gore. A cold shudder will shake your limbs, and your chilled blood will freeze with terror....

But when with greater effort I assail the first branch, and with my knees wrestle against the resisting sand, a piteous groan is always heard....."I am new to the Sharemarket", always grotesque and tediously slow, repeating and emanating each breath forever and ever.

The ape serpent may melt you both as one.

Beware my merry folk.

Beware....of the dark side.