Totoro’s tales: the pot

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.

Those darn earrings…

Those darn earrings…