It is then, like a bat out of hell, that a three year-old boy jumps out of a sandbox as I walk by and enthusiastically asks me the same question.

“Well little boy” I begin, “trees are alive because without the necessities for their functioning they would no longer be able to do what they’re doing.”

Despite my previous boasting it appears I am on a typical webcomics schedule now, as I finished this comic all of half an hour before it posted. Also, it’s harder to draw the hand you draw with than the other one.