Beloved father of mine! Come hither and observe the needless and wanton destruction of our Sleeping Tree’s root-bed! I can only suspect my mother, your long-adored wife, yet again (as I suggested last time) attempted to bury some trivial object — one of her many earrings perhaps — within! Yet another mysterious occasion for the inexplicable appearance of soil, would you not agree?! Though you know I would have protested with all my might, I was obviously not present and so was unable to prevent this grievous despoliation as you see now upon the ochre parquetry. Your innocent and loving son, Totoro.