And being Poison Pie was, in and of itself, no trivial responsibility, because it was Poison Pie who brought happiness to the forest. It was Poison Pie, who in his ridiculous struggle to achieve perfection and his mirthful acceptance of his imperfection, made the whole forest shiver with giggles. And if you go to forest and you listen carefully, you can hear their laughter tingling like chimes in the breeze.