Saturday, 12 October 2013

The old tree


It was in the old tree that Fuzzy first heard the wind telling him that one day he would be as old and wise as the tree had been before all its branches had come down in the storm and that although he was a small boy now of little consequence, that one day he would be a man of some importance and that he would own all the land surrounding this wood and beyond it up to the hill, form which you could see down to the next town. Fuzzy used to think that he was dreaming when he heard the wind talking to him and that he had fallen asleep. He thought that one day he might tell Biscuits what the wind had told him but he knew that Biscuits would only laugh at him, even if he gave her some flowers before he told her, so he didn`t tell her about the place where he hid from the world. (She knew about it anyway.)

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