An excerpt from the endless ramblings of Old Man Willow's
malicious mind:


Oh this current millenium is so dreadfully annoying!

My power has been growing constantly through the millenia,
but the growth seems to be reaching its limit. My roots have
been spreading out over more and more territory but now they
seem to have reached the end of the forest!

The End of the Forest!

Who could ever have imagined such a thing! The woods
should cover all the land. It's those bloody humans' and
humanoids' fault. Dwarves, elves, goblins, orcs, and those
hateful little hobbits that had the nerve to burn a sizeable
portion of my domain.

But I am infinitely wiser and more patient than they are. I will
endure long after those vermin have vanished from the face of
the earth, and then my domain will start growing again.

In the meantime I will enjoy myself immensely torturing those
foolish, ignorant creatures that I am even now herding
towards me. They think they can intrude into my domain,
treading all over the place with their dirty feet, breaking twigs
off my trees, and disturbing my tranquility with their obnoxious
singing.

Singing!

As if that accursed pestering clown, Tom Bombadil, wasn't
enough!

But I'll show them. No hobbit ever took a stroll right through
the Old Forest and no one ever will while I'm around.

…..

Curses! Curses! Curses!

Curse that meddling old fool Tom Bombadil!

I had them in my grasp! I had already captured two of them
and the other two were just waiting to be dessert. Oh the joy I
could feel again in my heart when the little rodents were
screaming in fear and agony, oh how I laughed and laughed.
Why can't he just mind his own business?

I'll get some of the later, you just wait and see. Tom won't be
around all the time to meddle in my affairs. A curse on him! A
curse on those pesky hobbits! A curse on all things that walk
on two legs! A curse on the world and a curse on the gods!

Curses! Curses! Curses!