A woman drives a car up a dirt road into a forest. She parks, walks a ways into the forest, pees, and says:

Woman: Ah, well-met, Forest!

As she pulls up her trousers, the pines sigh in a gentle breeze. Birds chirp. Two oak leaves flutter down and land on the woman’s voluminous, dark hair where they sit like a golden crown. The woman looks and, behold, apple, pear, persimmon, quince, and orange trees surround her. A fig tree stands nearby in which a grape vine gives forth its abundance. Mosquitoes and ticks don’t exist.

The end.