Something Inky

Woods Brooding
Once upon a time, deep in the woods, lived a boy. His name was William. He enjoyed talking with nature and lurking under forest foliage. On his 16th birthday, his Father gave him an axe.
William stared at the shiny silver axe, "Father." He said. "What use will I have for this?"
"You'll chop down trees soon like your old man!" father replied.
"But I don't want to chop down trees!" William said, sad.
But eventually, he did. He needed to chop down trees.
Eventually.
It was a harsh winter evening, and timber for fire was low. William wielded his axe to scavenge for fuel. It hurt him to chop down trees. But it hurt him more to see his family shiver. He opened the door and ventured out.
However...
The trees heard long before, of William's shiny silver axe. They didn't wait helplessly, instead, hatching defense. Roots grew out, ensnaring and wounding William as he raised his axe. Panic filled him, yet fate was sealed. He brooded over the fact that he was given an axe.
He brooded,
And the woods also brooded.