The Tree Story

The shore was high tide as the steady breeze came in, yet another one came by my bark. My leaves were feeling a little uneasy, like they could sense something was coming, and it was going to be very smelly. Then I see this HUGE fish come out of nowhere- it was the biggest fish that ever was a fish. This fish was also surviving the massive waves that were coming about from the sea, so I just stood and watched in amazement, not like I had any choice to not look though. So as I was about to think about leafing, the dang fish suddenly came to a ship and swallowed up a man and the waters started to settle, to my disappointment of course, I could have had that water to feed myself. So then I tried to move closer to the sea, but of course, I was immobile like the previous 50 years of my tree life. No water ever came to me that day, and I had to pray for some passerby to spill water by my roots on accident.

Over the next few days, this same fish came by swimming, not eating anything more than a pebble each day. Based on my observations, I would say this fish was suffering from emotional trauma and then became constipated immediately after he swallowed up that man. I mean, if I was that fish, I’d be sad and regret eating a man, because he would be very hard to digest and would taste very disgusting. But still, being a fish would be like a dream for me; I have been a tree far too long what it feels like to move an inch. Sometimes I wish someone stepped on me while I was still just sprouting from the ground, maybe death would have been more suitable than to be immobile for this long. My jealousy soon stopped for a second as I watched this fish’s eyes open wide and head towards the shore and threw up what appeared to be a man covered in chunky slime. The man smelled himself then gagged a little, then walked away from the fish in a calmly fashion. Why would this man, who gagged of his own scent, not clean himself before he went on his way? I think its time to show everyone my secret ninja tree legs and show them how a rea—NO!! Someone is trying to make me into firewood! Don’t do tha—