The rain poured in around the tree and its roots took in as much as it could. The dark night encompassed its canopy. They stood around watching. They called it the story tree. You tell stories near it and they come true. Anything you say in front of the tree would become reality. They gathered around and each whispered their tale. The first girl wished for a beautiful castle and a king who would make her his princess. The 2nd girl wished for money and fame. The 3rd wished to be the prettiest woman in all the land. They giggled to themselves as they walked away. The tree always came true. The next day a carriage arrived at the first girl’s home. With tears in her eyes she was ripped out of the cottage and shoved into the carriage. She’d be a wife to the king, a cruel king who only wanted a son. A king nonetheless. The 2nd girl woke to find thousands of people outside her home. A life of solitude she knew no more. She’d spend millions trying to escape the constant attacks by the crowds. The 3rd girl woke to find her face had changed into someone she couldn’t recognize. Her parents disowned her as a stranger living in their home she would live her life on the streets. The grandmother sat back to see her grandchildren. The tee grants wishes but the tree is wise. You can have anything you want in this life but remember. Life is only what you make it and at the end of the day wishing will only lead to one thing. A downfall of enjoying what you have. She chuckled to herself and puffed on her cigarette. She thought about the story she once told the tree. The story of wisdom.
Housed and Fed 