The second they saw the sky grow orange after a millennium o’ perennial sun, the firs twisted the wind so that their limbs would smack onto the gabled roofs o’ Oranberry University, & that was when all the creatures o’ every kingdom, phylum, & class ventured toward the University o’er seas, deserts, & tundras.
—¿Están preocupado?—
—No.—
—¿Querría acompañarme para café?—
—Todas las horas…—
They all marched ‘way to the sound o’ pinecones thumping down on the gabled roof.