Forest was sleeping, he liked sleep. The city wasn't the swamps or forests that have become his name. No the forests were quiet, only the sound of rustling leaves and the speedy feet of deer or squirrels... Forest liked squirrels. Swamps were good too, not better than forests but ok. The ground wasn't as nourishing as the forests were and the beetles would try to bite into him as he slept the days away. Plus the crickets would make a lot of noise, not that it was a bad noise but Forest just liked the serene calm that forests had. With a little shake Forest was roused by the sounds of two men arguing and the unmistakable "thunk" of shovels cutting into earth. 

Aroused from his sleep, punched his arm out of the dirt and began to drag himself out of his shallow grave. Changing from what looked like a bush, which looked quite odd in a cemetery, to his usual titanic frame. His arrival must have scared the men because as soon as he showed up the two began to yell in a language he didn't know, perhaps Russian? Either way they stopped their grave robbery and shakily took out their guns, fear very evident in their voices. Deciding that this would be easier if they just ran away, Forest stomped his feet and roared at the pair. A trick he learned dealing with bears. The roar was a cacophony of sounds that could mostly be summed up as the sound of a dragon, a revving up car, and a large man all making noise at the same time. 

The effect was less then stellar. While it did scare the two, one even releasing the foul fertilizer that comes from man, they began to fire their guns at Forest. The bullets had no effect really, just denting some wood that would quickly heal in a minute or two, but the fire that came from the muzzles frightened Forest and he panicked. In a swift motion, Forest swung his giant arms and smacked one man and he flew far, hitting one of the big rock houses that dead people live in. With the other man still firing, Forest brought his arm down and crushed the remaining man. However with the fire done with what was left was fear and more panic. 

Forest did a bad, just like the man told him not to do. Pacing around, Forest tried to find a way to solve the problem. Not knowing what to do, Forest did the only thing he could do. He yelled. With a great effort, Forest yelled and yelled until he saw lights all around flick on. There was no way that someone wouldn't call the blue men now, guns shots happened all the time but Forest doubted that they had heard him before. With that problem taken care of, maybe, Forest had to find a new place to stay. He couldn't go to the park, after the green lady was there the plants were mean and the soil made his head fuzzy. With no other choice at hand, Forest went back to his old hole and hid away. 

As he sat there, Forest idly felt inside of himself and pulled out the little machine the man bat gave him. The man bat told him to call if he was in trouble, but Forest didn't know how to do that. At a loss as to what to do, Forest did as much as any giant plant manchild would do and just hugged it close. If he hugged hard enough than maybe the man bat would come and help him like he did before.