“Are the trees guarding territory, or making an effort to break in?”
“I presume none. They cannot read the bad spelling, nor comprehend red alerts.”
“Nor can I.”
“Cheers, my boy! You’ve developed the right mind-set for this job. Now, let’s explore what lies inside.”
I’d passed the inane test, but he did not know the fate that awaited him. The trees were wired, and responded to my remote signals.
Stories of killer trees are splashed in the news next morning. The house is safe, and so are my secrets. I will cross the border, before any evidence is unearthed.