Points needed for next level: 234 Level
One mischievous little woodpecker… Another day, poking your holes, ruining the woods, tree wrecker. The angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife. Poor little woodpecker, your nesting holes are all tainted… Your food, with toxins rife. Touch your friends, and they well die, falling at your feet. Oh, sad little woodpecker. Poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks.