Miss Tree’s family of 3
Mr Tree had been dead for a while now. It had been a sad time for the Tree family. Instead of The Three Trees it is now The Two Treeoos. Yes, they changed their species name so they could rhyme, but had to keep their names the same. Now Miss Tree lives alone with her son, Tree-Son. Now was the time she didn’t want to live alone with Tree-son.
“Help! Help! I’m dying! Help! There isn’t a pit of deadly spiders surrounding me that you will fall in if you try to help me!” Tree-Son called from the center of their park-y playground home.
Miss Tree sighed and walked outside (for they were walking trees). “You have betrayed me enough Tree-Son! Stop committing treason and come inside!” Then she noticed that he really was in trouble. “Tree-Son!” She cried as she dashed (they were also running trees) out to his rescue.
A large ugly boy had Tree-Son in his hands and was shaking him around shouting something about cloud juice. Miss Tree ran to Tree-Son to help.
She dashed and ran and sprinted and jogged and ran some more, trying to reach Tree-Son. Just a few feet away from the fight, she jumped, flew, landed, and kicked the man over and into the pit of spiders around them that Tree-Son had warned her about.
No comments:
Post a Comment