“Sam, you’re being unreasonable.” Sam stood with his nose in the air. “There’s no way for us to plant an entire forest all by ourselves.” No response. “And maybe with other mon’s help we’ll finally be able to get rid of some of those dead trees that are taking up space.” Sam blinked. Pebble sighed, and removed the small seed satchel he had around his neck. Holding it up so that Sam could see it, he turned it upside down and shook it. “Well, I’m all out of seeds, I don’t suppose you know where we can get any more?” Sam sputtered. He thought he read something in the letter about Dmitri handing out supplies, but didn’t catch where he’d be. “Um, well, uh.”