Friday, January 29, 2010

Being a tree



The tree in the office was slowly dying. To others it was quickly living. Either way, it wasn’t happy. The tree made a plan to make its escape. It was a half-assed plan, but it was a plan all the same. The tree waited till everyone had left for the day to carry out the plan. In the empty office, the tree made its way to the supply closet and grabbed a brown marker. Using the marker, the tree quickly changed the color of its leaves from green to brown. The tree put the marker back and then went back to its spot in the corner of the office and waited for the morning.

The next morning, the workers filed in. They all put their coats in the coat closet and made their way to their stations. The tree was not noticed until the plant lady came around at lunch time. She shrieked at the sight of the tree! Thinking that she would get fired for killing the plant overnight, the plant lady cracked a window and threw the tree out. Five stories is quite a fall for anyone, whether you’re a human or a dog or a tree. The tree rested on the sidewalk for a minute. Once the impact of the fall had worn off, the tree righted itself and began looking for a new home.

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