Insignis Pine

“Who died and made him king of the woods?” Larch said.

Willow leaned over and said, “It’s the name, you know. It’s all in the name.”

“What, ‘Pine’?” Larch snorted. “What’s so special about that?”

“No, the first part. Insignis. It’s very distinguished.”

“Distinguished my root. It’s all flounce, there’s no substance.”

Willow sighed. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. They say it means ‘remarkable.’” Willow’s branches fluttered in the breeze. “Remarkable.”

Larch snorted again. “Any tree that has...