The
One And Only Talking Tree
By Stephanie
Hunt
Once upon a time there was this kid who was a real
smart-ass. He talked back to everyone and absolutely no-one liked
him. He lived in a small village in the middle of a European country
with his country bumpkin family. Eventually his smart-ass comments
got so bad that he was banished from the village and set out to
roam aimlessly through the forest which covered the area surrounding
the small cute little village.
He caused havoc at every human settlement he visited and at each
place he was banished because of his constant little jokes. Then
one day he came across this cute little, delicious looking cottage
made out of nothing but candy. He, of course, was kinda hungry
as all the animals kept away from him and therefore wasn't able
to catch them. He didn't even think about all the bad germs that
could of infected it and didn't even think of who on earth would
bother to make something so odd and strange ... but he soon found
out.
"Who do I hear nibbling at my house?" came a scratchy,
shrieky, high-pitched voice from deep within. The door opened
and out came a hideous looking woman.
"Euw! You look disgusting." said the smart-ass kid to
the woman.
"Well of course I do. I'm an alien from the planet Pigermania.
You think you look pretty to me? It's just what you're used to."
The Pigermanian woman walked up to the kid. "Would you like
to come inside and eat something decent instead of my ride home?"
The candy house was of course an object made to attract human
kiddie winks and it certainly worked. There was actually a story
that had been written about one of them but it wasn't very accurate
as the poor kid had been probed and had had a lot of awful things
done to it and made up a stupid story which it had thought was
more believable than aliens but it turned into a bedtime story.
How funny is that!
Once inside the "house" the kid opened it's mouth wide.
"This place is huge! It looks like a mansion inside. How
weird is that?"
"Oh it isn't weird. That's how it's designed it's much more
easier than having a ship the size of New York. Opps you don't
know about that part of the Earth . . . or that time of the Earth
either." The kid and the Pigermanian woman walked for a bit
then entered something that looked like a kitchen. "Would
you like something to eat?"
The woman opened the oven and reached inside. The kid saw this
as his chance to get rid of the woman and moved to knock her inside
of the oven, intending to burn her like in the story. "Oh
no you don't." said the woman moving out of the way and grabbing
the kid's ear before he fell in himself. She dragged him outside,
by his ear, and turned him into a tree. The kid screamed a whole
lot of awful insults which didn't really help as the Pigermanian
women entered her house and blasted off into space.
From then on the kid swore at anyone who would pass near-by until
one day a very nice lumberjack cut him down and turned him into
part of a very nice house for him and his pet Kangaroo.
The End
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