Perhaps his feelings will change as the ponies progress into deeper, darker, and scarier woods, populated by older, taller, and...

...toothier trees? That can't be right. But there it is, lit just slightly better than its surroundings - a tree with gnarled knots in the shape of malevolent eyes and its trunk split into a jagged gaping maw appropriately sized to swallow somepony whole, surrounded by spiky branches like reaching claws.

It creaks ominously.