Of all inanimate objects I’d found, so far I’d only heard rocks scream. Screaming trees. That’s a good one. “The general consensus here is that they are rather terrifying.” He gave a weak smile. “Would you mind?” The cicadas stopped singing, to both of our surprise. “Thank you, that was fast.” <That wasn’t me. If a predator is nearby, they stop making noise,> I explained as a few humans popped stealthily out of the tree line. <It would seem you have visitors.> The Goblin paused momentarily, mind whirring. “I’ve decided we will live with the noisy bugs.”
