Little Johnny was only 10, but he would never learn his lesson. He was told of the uncuttable tree but he needed to see for himself. He grabbed his father's axe and left to search for the tree. After 20 minutes, and 2 cheese sandwiches, he reached the unbeatable tree. Shocked to see this little boy, the tree decided to play it cool, and offered up a warm smile to ease the kid's displacement. As Johnny stared at the tree he began to wonder how it was still standing. He wondered why it was smiling, why it didn't talk, or even say hello. Johnny finally smiled back, then began to charge the tree with his father's axe. The tree watched, as Johnny swung the axe into his side. All the while smiling, laughing on the inside. Though the axe penetrated the bark numerous times, Johnny realized that he was getting nowhere. So it was time to start over on a different side. This time, the tree smiled even larger. Johnny didn't understand it, but wasn't about the look a gifted horse in the mouth. This went on for the next couple of tries. Johnny couldn't seem to chop farther than a few inches. Johnny began to feel fatigue and needed to sit down and breathe. Johnny spent his break trying to figure out why he couldn't cut down this tree. He just couldn't seem to get anyway. Slowly he began to notice the eye's watching him. Johnny turned to the tree, it was still looking at him, still smiling. Johnny asked why he was so happy, Johnny told him that he was going to kill him. The tree turned to a patch of grass right in front of him. Johnny couldn't believe his eyes, a tomb stone had just risen from the ground. Johnny turned to the tree, then back at the tomb stone. It read: R.I.P. Our Beloved Son. Johnny didn't know how to feel, whether this was a message the tree was trying to convey. Or maybe this was just a blind act of God, telling him that if he cut down this tree, he would be next. Whatever tickled little Johnny's fancy, it did so with force and persuasion. Johnny couldn't of been able to kill this smiling tree, not with the sense of humor it had toward life and death. Little Johnny decided to make peace with the tree, hopefully becoming the best of friends in the near future. And so, little Johnny picked up his father's axe, placing it ever so gently on his shoulder, and venturing back home. For Momma and Papa would surely leave home, abandoning parental responsibility completely if he wasn't back by dark.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tree
Little Johnny was only 10, but he would never learn his lesson. He was told of the uncuttable tree but he needed to see for himself. He grabbed his father's axe and left to search for the tree. After 20 minutes, and 2 cheese sandwiches, he reached the unbeatable tree. Shocked to see this little boy, the tree decided to play it cool, and offered up a warm smile to ease the kid's displacement. As Johnny stared at the tree he began to wonder how it was still standing. He wondered why it was smiling, why it didn't talk, or even say hello. Johnny finally smiled back, then began to charge the tree with his father's axe. The tree watched, as Johnny swung the axe into his side. All the while smiling, laughing on the inside. Though the axe penetrated the bark numerous times, Johnny realized that he was getting nowhere. So it was time to start over on a different side. This time, the tree smiled even larger. Johnny didn't understand it, but wasn't about the look a gifted horse in the mouth. This went on for the next couple of tries. Johnny couldn't seem to chop farther than a few inches. Johnny began to feel fatigue and needed to sit down and breathe. Johnny spent his break trying to figure out why he couldn't cut down this tree. He just couldn't seem to get anyway. Slowly he began to notice the eye's watching him. Johnny turned to the tree, it was still looking at him, still smiling. Johnny asked why he was so happy, Johnny told him that he was going to kill him. The tree turned to a patch of grass right in front of him. Johnny couldn't believe his eyes, a tomb stone had just risen from the ground. Johnny turned to the tree, then back at the tomb stone. It read: R.I.P. Our Beloved Son. Johnny didn't know how to feel, whether this was a message the tree was trying to convey. Or maybe this was just a blind act of God, telling him that if he cut down this tree, he would be next. Whatever tickled little Johnny's fancy, it did so with force and persuasion. Johnny couldn't of been able to kill this smiling tree, not with the sense of humor it had toward life and death. Little Johnny decided to make peace with the tree, hopefully becoming the best of friends in the near future. And so, little Johnny picked up his father's axe, placing it ever so gently on his shoulder, and venturing back home. For Momma and Papa would surely leave home, abandoning parental responsibility completely if he wasn't back by dark.
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Hey - wow! great way to use blog - did u write story? reminds me a bit of "the giving Tree" by Shel Silverstein - my fave book - do you know it? Love ur Illustration!
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