I saw a tree walking away
A few years ago my friend and I were enjoying our afternoon coffee and cookies on her porch. The weather was beautiful and my eyes wandered over to a row of trees by the small creek at the edge of her property.
Stunned by what I saw I cried out, "I just saw that small tree walking about 2 feet!"
Marie looked at me with shock and fear in her eyes. "What?"
That tree looked like it was walking toward that large tree."
Marie stared at the trees, shook her head in disbelieve and tried to smile. "Girlfriend," she exclaimed. "Whatever you're on, I want some!"
"No!" I protested. "You know me, and you know I would never touch any drugs or even alcohol."
"Then you're scaring me! Are you feeling okay?" she asked with worry in her eyes.
"I'm fine." I assured her but deep down I started to doubt if I really saw the tree move or my eyes played a trick on me. "But I really saw the tree move. I swear! Let's go, I'll show you."
We got up and walked to the creek. What we saw made me feel a whole lot better. "See?" I pointed at a young tree hanging in the air. "That's the tree I saw, and I was right. Look, a beaver chewed the trunk free but the tree couldn't fall because its branches are tangled with that big tree's branches."
"Man!" Marie looked at me relieved. "For a minute there I thought you were losing your marbles or going nuts on me."
Erika M Szabo
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