You have disregarded the advice of your friends and entered an accord with the arborist.
He brings you to his special garden at the center of which is a circle of trees.
Next to each tree is a sort of well that is meant to receive a person.
You will be placed in one of these holes with only your head above the earth.
For several weeks you will engage in intense meditation on your novel existence.
However, you will eventually grow anxious and restless.
Others will come and take their places in the holes near you.
You will find it easy to befriend them, but as the months pa** you will begin to bicker and experience jealousy.
At length, the affinity you feel for your tree becomes something which you cannot express and you will form a union which excludes all others.
Soon after, young roots will find you and brush against your most tender places.