ecoming very worried at your friend's lack of liveliness you sit down on a trunk next to the tree where he is lying down to rest. "Renald, say something old friend! This silence is rather not like your usual self. You're not even throwing sticks after me although there are plenty to be found here in the undergrowth..."
But as you fear this time Renald will not be able to ease your mind like he used to do at almost every troublesome moment in the past. He replies: "Yes, sit down here, Yannik. I must tell you now that I am about to leave this world."