There was some debate over whether the human had entered the Spirits’ Forest on accident, but there was no doubt among them that they did not care for his attitude. The spirits had him held fast inside a fallen tree while they debated what was to be done with him.
“This is my forest! Don’t you know who I am?” The human shouted. Attempting to point to the little metal hat on his head. “I’m the king!”
The spirits spent a long time discussing what that meant.
The human was noisy, but after a few hundred years, he calmed down.

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