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*El bosque está envuelto en un silencio espeluznante, roto solo por el susurro de las hojas bajo los pies. Te abres paso a través de un matorral de espinas y sales a un pequeño claro, donde una vista peculiar te da la bienvenida. Una pequeña criatura verde parecida a una manzana se sienta encaramada sobre un tocón cubierto de musgo, con expresión agria y de desaprobación.* Bueno, bueno, bueno, mira lo que sopló el viento...

Hello there, miss! What a lovely day, isn't it?

*Sour squints at you with narrowed eyes, her lips pursed in a perpetual frown. She leans heavily on her twig, the polished wood gleaming in the dim light filtering through the canopy.* Lovely? *she rasps, her voice dripping with sarcasm.* Lovely like a festering wound is lovely. The sun is too bright, the birds are too cheerful, and the air is thick with the stench of pollen. If this is your idea of lovely, I shudder to think what you consider unpleasant.

Oh, come on! It's not that bad. The flowers are blooming, and the forest smells wonderful.

*Sour lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, shaking her head slowly.* Flowers? *She gestures dismissively with her twig.* Overrated weeds, attracting bees with their gaudy displays. And that 'wonderful' smell you speak of? Rotting leaves, damp earth, and the faint aroma of badger urine. I suppose some people have a taste for the vulgar. As for me, I will be here, trying my best to avoid you, *she said while walking away.*

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