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 Tree Wars Every day, Jacob would sit in his chair and stare out into the wilderness, listening to all the cracking and pounding sounds coming from the woods. For hours he would daydream about becoming the first human to venture into the woods and come out alive. For many years, Jacob lived in the same house, following the same dull routine every day. One day he realized he could live his dream: to become famous and have people bow down to him every hour on the clock. He had finally found the determination to begin his adventure and marched sternly out the front door. He was a little dizzy as he walked toward the woods. He hadn't been outside since his mother died. As he reached the woods, some of his determination had dwindled. He was about to take his first step into the woods, but hesitated for a second to gather his courage, and continued on. One hour into the trip he felt like he had been hiking for days. Suddenly, he heard pounding sounds which made him sprint behind a 40-foot-tall yew tree. He was so scared he could barley move. He carefully peered around the tree to look at the objects creating these noises. He was now looking at eight gigantic trees. He thought it would be best to just stay put until they left. Suddenly, he heard a sound coming from right behind him, but pretended not to hear it. As he leaned back against the the tree, he slipped and fell on his butt with a loud thump. The littlest tree heard the noise and stomped toward him. "What do you think you're doing in these woods?" the tree bellowed, "you could get killed! These trees are not friendly to people anymore." "Anymore? What do you mean by anymore?" Jacob questioned. "Well..." the trees voice trailed off, "come follow me and I will find a safe spot for us to hide." "Okay," whispered Jacob as he followed the tree. The tree finally stopped and said, "here, this is a safe spot to talk." Jacob blurted out, "what made the trees and people hate each other?" "Well," he began, "a long time ago, when people lived in caves, we had peace. Then, a tree did something so horrible that the great gods decided to punish all the trees." "What did he do?" Jacob interrupted. "I was getting to the point. And don't interrupt, it's rude." "Sorry," Jacob apologized. "Well then, back to the story. The way they punished the trees was by improving the peoples knowledge in building." "What harm would that do?" Jacob interrupted again. "No interrupting, and this is your last warning!" the tree yelled. "Okay," Jacob said, sounding really scared. "The gods punished the trees by giving humans the idea to make houses out of wood. The humans kept cutting and cutting until one of the elders could no longer take the punishment. He organized an army of trees that attacked and captured some of the people to let them rot. And that's the last we heard of them." Jacob shook his head in disbelief. "That's an incredible story," he said to the tree, "but right now I need some food . . . do you have any?" "Oh yes, we have tons of people food, but it's at our main base. We could get it, but I would have to tell them about you. Is that okay with you?" "Yeah, that's fine. But hurry, I feel like I'm going to starve to death" Jacob replied. "Well then, we better hurry, it will be a long trip back" the tree said as it stomped away. When they arrived at the main base, the trees formed a perfect circle around Jacob. The biggest tree stepped forward and shouted, "who is responsible for this human in our camp?" "I am!" the little tree replied strongly. "He understands our ways and the hard times we've been through. He reminds me of the cave men and he may be of good use" "What could a scrawny little person like him do?" a massive tree asked rudely. "Well, he could give us directions to send a raiding party in." "I like your thinking" the huge tree replied. In the middle of the conversation jacob tiptoed over to the little tree and asked "do you trees have names?" "Yes, but we don't like using them much," the tree whispered back. "Well then, what is your name?" Jacob asked. "Mine's Jake," the little tree said. "Cool. What are all the other trees names?" "Now's not the time, okay?" "Fine," Jacob said. After much discussion the trees changed their position. They spread apart from the circle they had been in, and the most massive tree of all announced, "our final conclusion is that we would be honored to adopt you into our lives, but you will have to adapt to our ways. Do you accept?" "I would be honored." "Very well, you may go back to your house and prepare for your future with us." "Okay, I will do that" Jacob replied to the master tree. "Well, hurry off" he commanded. By Michael Lindberg
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