The Beech stood tall in the clearing. Around it only its fallen leaves and a few weeds could be seen. Here and there a rock peeked under the yellowed foliage. And outside the clearing the forest spread, oaks and rowans mingled with other beeches, but none as great as The Beech.
Solitary in the clearing, it gave a sense of calm to anyone who passed nearby. It appeared quiet and still, devoid of life other than it's own. Now, that was just wrong!
Hidden by its foliage, birds and squirrels scuttled away trying to find and hide food. Chuckling and chirping could be heard if one was paying attention. But all the attention in the world would not reveal the true dwellers of the tree. They called themselves the Beech People, and had lived on The Beech for as long as they could remember, which incidentally was not very long. The Beech People had short memory, short lifespans, and short stature. They, however, were quite the tricksters and used their seemingly shortcomings to their advantage.