Oliver had a rough upbringing, he didn't have any parents, friends, or limbs by extension. He never let anything on him and would shake the birds and insects out his branches. Later in life he would become a thug, stealing Co2 from strangers and consuming it along with light rays. He then met a fox who slept under the trees. The fox would tell him stories of outside the forests, of deserts, oceans, old ruins of towns everyday. One day, the fox didn't come to tell his tales. The next he was the same thing. The same thing the next day...etc. He fell into a great depression, the only comfort he got was from the birds chirp, and the constant sound of water streaming, one day, a axolotl crept from the waters, and asked "What is wrong Ent?" Oliver responded by telling him his story. The fish was saddened to hear of his tragic tale, and responded with "The only person you cared about or knew is gone, that is a travesty, but you can move on from that and learn to live again." The fish departed with these words of wisdom, and Oliver had a new appreciation for life. Every day now, he allows the birds to nest in his leaves, the insects to live near him, and now lives a life of kindness, and fulfilment.