This is not paddy soil, this is humus.

Mr. Kawaguchi calls them the Layer of Corpses.

Take one square meter of soil and make it bare like this is down here, and I promise you, you will find it much colder at dawn and much hotter at midday than that same piece of ground if it's just covered with litter, plant litter.

Red beetles, the bark of the bongbong tree.

Extract an essence from the bark of a tree.

Get some fresh bark.

The men will carry the barks to the swamp.

The bark is almost ready.

They're the grand molecular disassemblers of nature the soil magicians.

And what's more, it's actually a tree.

There's figs and everything else there for the taking.

Unfortunately, irony has been completely misunderstood.

Only one bark is left to do.

That soil is rich in humus.

We've got H50 on a diet of chlorophyll, roughage, bean curd, and enriched starch.

They cut the barks off the trees... and they talk about women, like always.

He left it behind to rot in the soil.

Here's Our Lady of Guadalupe and Our Lady of Watsonville, just down the street, or is it up the street from here?

Minygululu is telling Dayindi some of the story while they carry the barks.

It rains downright. How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?

Trees are cut down and land is cleared.

I was always more interested in what bark was made out of on a tree.

And one of the main reasons our brain got so big is because it got a new part, called the frontal lobe.

(Laughter)

There was also the driftwood of the pond.

You know, The word Apology is toast around a lot these days.

The Eden top note is named after the Eden Project in the U.K.

The Arctic region consists of a vast, ice covered ocean surrounded by treeless permafrost.

He's exactly like Tofu.

Words failed me at the last minute.

A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!

Wangari Maathai, the Nobel prizewinner from Kenya who has planted 30 million trees.

The other day he bought a wallet made of kangaroo leather for me.

Wash the chicory and remove the leaves which may spoil.

Yuuki... that's your fault that Yuuki's..!

Yuuki... you've done this with my son!

The sunny side of the hill is full of deciduous trees.

And then this back down on the ground and you can see that the fungus is actually invading this tree.

They must put the barks in the water, to soak.

I hold the power of the stone the water the leaf the dirt.

Yuuki!

He was afraid, one time, that he'd have to have an op'ration he was that bad, sir.

One bark already soaked is put on the fire, to make it hot and soft.

I thought I saw Nowalingu at a camp there in a bark shelter with a stranger.

Here is hardwood forest in late fall.