| Justin Carrolls New Athens Utopia | |||||||||||||||||
| This is for the Smart people! |
�Tree� By Justin Carroll Jake Robertson was walking down the street, as he did very often. He was on his way to his school, and he had to walk through a densely forested area. For about a week or so, he started feeling that someone or something was watching him in the woods. Between you, the reader, and me, the author, that is crazy, but poor little Jake strongly believed this. The cloudy day was just as any other. Jake woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and walked to school. He passes the church, he passed the super market, and he even passed the post office to not walk through the woods. He would still have to go through the woods. Jake is not usually a betting man, but he thought that if he would run �whatever,� would not notice him. Jake ran as fast as he could, and about half way in the forest, when he was tripped, and he fell face into the ground. Between you, the reader, and me, the author, he was knock out. A short time later� A hour and half later� About six hours later, Jake woke up. Jake regained consciousness with about ninety trees around him. Between you, the reader, and me, the author, that is a little weird. �Who are you?� Jake asked. � We are trees.� The trees answered sarcastically. Most trees have a friendly deposition but these have been persecuted. When trees get mad, many began to pull up there roots, and develop humanistic qualities. These trees decided to take out their anger on the first person they see. Between you, the reader, and me, the author, we know it was Jake Robertson. � What do you want?� Jake repeated numerous times. �The time has come,� a elm said,� to have are revenge.� � On me?� little Jake asked bleakly. Humans, though being the smartest beings on Earth, are quite dumb. For having a massive, sponge of flesh in their cranium, they are as sharp as spoons. Between you, the reader, and me, the author, they are dumb. �Are there any other Humans here?� sneered an old, maple tree. � Why me?! What did I do?!� pleaded little Jake. � Why not you? What didn�t you do? You could have pick up litter! You could have stopped your friends and family from cutting us down!� replied the noble Sycamore tree. �I�ll try! Please give me another chance! I�m sorry!� Jake cried. �No more chances! I speak for all the trees when I say this, you will die!� the Lilac bush said. Little Jake tried to run away, but in front of him were trees, and behind them were trees, he had no were to go. Jake screamed for help but the trees were already upon him. Then the screams faded. Between you, the reader, and me, the author, little Jake died. The moral of this story is simple. Get the trees, before they get you. Between you, the reader, and me, the author, the trees must perish before humankind can really flourish. Those damn trees! | ||||||||||||||||
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