Saffron: Stupid Clunker! Does he really think that his pathetic threats will force me to leave my mill!
Saffron: Forgive me. I have allowed the unpleasantness of one guest to deprive another of a proper welcome.
Saffron: Good day to you. I am Saffron. Welcome to this mill which is both my home and my place of work. Please feel free to look around.
Crinkle: My name is Crinkle. I live in Rhymers Hatch. I’m trying to stop Hawk Enterprises from destroying any more of the Greenwood. I wish I could make them go away.
Saffron: You are not the only one who has that desire. The despicable creatures want me to sell them my mill at a ridiculously low price.
Crinkle: Can they force you to sell?
Saffron: Where Hawk is concerned, I fear that anything is possible. They are used to getting what they want.
Crinkle: But can’t you just refuse to sell?
Saffron: I doubt whether my refusal will make much difference. One day I will come home to find my grinding stones smashed, or perhaps something much worse!
Crinkle: That is terrible! Are the Clunkers really so evil?
Saffron: Believe me. They are wicked, brutal, depraved fiends. I advise you to keep well away from them. Very few of us forest folk are still here. Most have been forced to leave.
Crinkle: Why do they want your beautiful mill?
Saffron: They will destroy it and replace it with some ugly industrial complex. All the trees and plants will be ripped up. The creatures that live here will die.
Crinkle: My grandfather said that I should look for someone called Wibble. Have you heard of him?
Saffron: Yes, I’ve heard of him, but not for many years. Many folk believe him to be no more than a myth, but I think he is real or, I should say, he was real once.
Crinkle: Could he be dead, do you think?
Saffron: I suspect that Wibble will never die as long as there is one tree left in the Greenwood.
Crinkle: Do you know where I can find him?
Saffron: I think he may find you, if your heart is truly set on saving the forest.
Crinkle: I should be going. Thank you for talking to me.
Saffron: The pleasure was mine. Before you go, I have something that you may find useful.
Crinkle: I will be grateful for any help that you can give me.
Saffron: Take one of the small bags of flour which are near the door. When they burst, they produce a cloud of flour as effective as any smokescreen.
Crinkle: Thank you Saffron. I hope to see you again. I will pray that you are able to keep your mill.
