Simon's fellow treemen called him Simon the Patient. Nothing could disturb him - he radiated that kind of relaxed apathy, that you'll normally find among lizards basking in the sun on warm rocks.
His everlasting patience came to an end the day he met the halfling Lewis Carrot who during his walk in the woods chanted his new poem:

<b>Solitude</b>
Just now the lilac is in bloom,
and I hate to walk in the gloom,
because my mother makes me use the broom,
to clean up my room,
and that is not funny!

Lewis Carrot was never seen again, and Simon was from that day known as Simon the Censor.
Together with <a href="http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&player_id=1659451">Curt the Critic</a> Simon now forms the wooden backbone of The Wood Food Poetry Book Team. He hopes, that the publishing of The Wood Food Poetry Book will put an end to the halflings' horrible attempts at doing romantic poetry.