Nearby, on the camping site, a family of four was sleeping close to the forest, they had chosen that spot because it was the quietest one. The sculptures moved silently through the undergrowth until they stumbled with the tent. The druid split the fabric open with his walking stick and the man-tree lifted the two young kids from their sleeping bags. The little girl opened her eyes lazily and started screaming waking up her brother and their parents. The druid and the goddess acted fast taking a parent each, then, hurriedly, they escaped back into the woods as silently as they had appeared.
Back im the clearing, the carnage started. The man-tree ripped the limbs of the two children while their parents watched unable to do anything, they had to look while it ate them and while he spat out the small bones pink from the blood. When the druid and the goddess started eating them they were numb, and welcomed death as a release from the pain of seeing their children ripped into pieces.
The townsfolk silenced the story. They were aware that every now and then the statues came to life and killed someone, but as they had never killed anyone from the town they tolerated it. They needed to keep the gods happy, after all.
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