Doug Fir
"Rich Border, roving reporter for Ghost Writers Magazine, here with the spirit of Douglas Fir. Doug, can you tell our audience about your fateful day?"
"Well I'll tell ya Rich, it was a Sunday morning as you know, I was standing here on this ridgeline with thousands of my friends swaying gently in the breeze soaking up some water and taking in the rays I was three hundred years old at the time so I was just getting my day started when all of a sudden the Earth began to shake. That's when the mountain that I'd spent my whole life admiring, you know they called it the Fuji of the North West because she had the most perfectly shaped dome, that's when the front of the mountain exploded and collapsed, I don't remember anything after that."
"Well thank you for that rousing interview Mr. Fir, back to you Walter."
"And that's the way it was."
Doug Fir
"Rich Border, roving reporter for Ghost Writers Magazine, here with the spirit of Douglas Fir. Doug, can you tell our audience about your fateful day?"
"Well I'll tell ya Rich, it was a Sunday morning as you know, I was standing here on this ridgeline with thousands of my friends swaying gently in the breeze soaking up some water and taking in the rays I was three hundred years old at the time so I was just getting my day started when all of a sudden the Earth began to shake. That's when the mountain that I'd spent my whole life admiring, you know they called it the Fuji of the North West because she had the most perfectly shaped dome, that's when the front of the mountain exploded and collapsed, I don't remember anything after that."
"Well thank you for that rousing interview Mr. Fir, back to you Walter."
"And that's the way it was."