Ursula K LeGuin rote a hinterrestin tale abowt trees wot moved so peepul (wot be stashunairy) wood *fink* they be movin, loike. Sounds loike these landlubbers shood'ave ad a consult wiv'er befour payntin their tree, t'mayke hit moor reelistick, yarrrgh.
DIE SPAMMERS DIE
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin