Ned isn’t particularly fond of being a tree, but what’s he going to do?  He can’t go anywhere.  He can’t hide.  He can’t pretend to be a car (how he envies those!) or a dog or a strawberry.  He can’t go to trade school or college.  He can’t run his own food truck selling tacos or drive an ice cream truck.  He can’t go onstage and belt out a show tune and win a Tony.  So he stands tall, enjoys the breeze that rustles his branches, the sunlight on his leaves, and welcomes the occasional person who actually hugs him.