My Tree
My tree is broken. All the leaves fell off. Just like that — poof — no more leaves on it.
I called up the vet but he said that he couldn’t operate or prescribe anything for trees, he only worked on cats and dogs and other things. I guess he’s too short to really check out something as tall as a tree. Poor guy.
So then I called the tallest person I know. He said that he knew too much about trees, and that if he came close to my tree, my tree would fall over in astonishment at how much he knew. I guess it’s best that he doesn’t try to help.
Next I tried the dumbest person I knew, so that he wouldn’t scare the tree or anything. The dumb guy suggested planting all the fallen leaves in the ground and they would grow up to be little baby trees all standing around the big tree. I said that it would just be too sad to let my broken tree die off without fixing him, even if he was surrounded by his kids.
I still don’t know what to do. He’s so leafless right now, it just makes me tear up every time I see him.