This city is full of tree huggers, and apparently always has been.
These are the cross streets between here and McKay’s school, going from East to West.
Ash, Heather, Willow, Laurel, Oak, Spruce, Alder, Birch, Hemlock, Granville, Fir, Pine, Burrard, Maple, Arbutus*, Yew, Vine, Balsam, Larch.
If you get turned around in this forest, you can be lost for days. I just keep driving, either I’ll hit the Pacific, or Newfoundland.
A healthy whale likes octopus salad and baked halibut. Go forth pale beast, meet a young vapid, busty leach.
Obviously…this is a plea for help. (HELP)
* Cokey assures me it’s a small woody shrub.