Once, I was sitting on a bench near nowhere. I heard a voice say,
"Hey, would you mind giving me that paper?"
I looked behind me, but there was no one there. However, I could see a piece of paper on the ground. Confused, I picked it up, holding it in my hand while waiting for the voice to speak again.

The voice spoke again, "Hmm, don't read it. It's from my childhood diary."
I looked puzzled and scanned the entire field, but I still saw no one. The voice spoke once more, "It's me, the tree in whose shadow you are sitting."

I said, "Am I hallucinating, or are you really talking to me?"
The tree replied, "Don't freak out. All I want is that paper. Give it to me, and I...