Okay so the tree was whomping. But she was whomping over that way and not anywhere near Cela. Cela unscrewed the cap on the mooncalf dung and cast Odoris Subsisto on it so she wouldn't have to inhale the stink while she was giving it to the Willow.

Did trees smell things too?

Celandine wondered this as she confidently approached, not all that far from the spot where she used to stash candy. It was candyless now though, she hadn't topped up most of her hidey holes since Clifford Carden ate the chocolate frogs that she had stashed about.

Cela gave a tiny curtsey then busied herself applying the poop around the tree's roots. She even scratched the grass growing there back a bit so that the tree wouldn't have any of its poo nutrients absorbed by the greedy grass.