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Image by illustrator Virginia Frances Sterret from a book of French fairy tales
Eleyna stood before the tree and teased it to respond.
‘Come on,’ she said softly. ‘It can’t be that difficult. You’re half way there already’.
The tree stood tall and slender, refusing to use its magic to do her bidding.
Eleyna grinned and continued ‘I bet you thirty pennies you can’t do it!’
The tree shivered and bowed its elegant fingers towards her, cupping her under the chin.
In the sweet voice Eleyna had come to know and love, it tinkled laughter and said
‘I can do it. You know I can, but I’m not going to. It’s too early’.
‘But what could be earlier than Christmas?’ she exclaimed.
The tree shimmered as it giggled.
‘I have given you a variety of baubles on my boughs. That should be enough.’
Before Eleyna could reply, the tree went on,
‘I am a Magical Redwood. We are meant to be sleek in design and radiate simplistic beauty. I hate the colour green, it doesn’t suit me, but for one day a year I comply with your wishes. Besides, there is no way I am going to put on extra poundage to portray myself as a clumsy pine with all those annoying needles just so as you can stick some silly decorations on me for a week!’
Even trees have their pride 🙂
🙂
Lovely story.
Thanks Lorraine.
I loved the ending..very clever take Di..well done to you… I do like the notion of a magical redwood….works well i think..
Thanks Michael. A touch of magic from slender redwoods to chunky pines.
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A tender piece absolutely enchanting the touch under her chin especially woke it for me. Very clever use of the trees voice.
Thank you.
My Compliment is well earned. 😇
I love your depiction of the tree with its shimmer and giggles and tender motions.
Thank you! I thought it brought a little bit of magic to my tale.