HOLDING ON

THE TWO THOUSAND

WORD ESSAY ABOUT

ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING.

NICKOLAI KINNY

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Li t t le Rachel dec ided to go out and p lay one day. She

cyc led around on her l i t t le t r icyc le and happened to

pass a t iny bed of f lowers next to a b ig ta l l t ree . She

found them pret ty and beaut i fu l and dec ided to p luck

a few to show them to her f r iends at school ; when

suddenly she hears a great b ig vo ice :

“Oh l i t t le g i r l wont you come and ta lk to me?” Rachel

was star t led and f r ightened. “Who sa id that?” she

asked. And the voice came again. “ I have b ig body,

wi th th ick green ha i r, I ’m ta l l and b ig Yes that ’s me.

With too many arms. So who can I be?” L i t t le Rachel

was amazed that in f ront of her s tood a huge t ree ,

and i t just spoke. “You can ta lk?” she asked. “Why of

course I can, but the only problem is that I have no

one to ta lk to” sa id the banyan t ree . “Where are a l l

your f r iends, don’ t you have any?” asked Rachel “Why

l i t t le g i r l , look around me, Do you see any other t rees

or p lants? Sadly I ’m the only one.”

“ I t ’s dec ided then!” l i t t le Rachel s tood upr ight and put

her hands on her waist , “my name is Rachel and f rom

today I wi l l be your f r iend” The t ree le t out a weak

smi le . “Dear Rachel th is happiness wi l l be short l ived,

because I ’m a banyan t ree and we l ive for 100-300

years . What wi l l I do when your gone?” say ing that

the t ree s tar ted to cry. Rachel fe l t sad and hugged the

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t ree” Don’ t you worry Mr. Tree, I wi l l f ind a way to

make you happy” .And wi th that she le f t to get back

home. Over d inner L i t t le Rachel asked “how are t rees

born daddy?” her fa ther answered “wel l honey, they

aren’ t born they are p lanted you have to take a seed,

put i t in the soi l , nur ture i t wi th water, sunl ight and

loads of love, that ’s when i t grows.” Rachel had an

idea, she to ld her f r iends at school the next day about

her p lan. That a f ternoon af ter school she worked on

a smal l s ignboard wi th pa ints and crayon , her daddy

who was cur ious asked what she was doing , a l l l i t t le

Rachel sa id was “ I ’m he lp ing a f r iend” and asked i f

she could borrow a few seeds.

In the evening Rachel gathered a l l her f r iends; shovel

and water cans in hand they walked to where Mr. Tree

stood and got to work. They dug soi l , p lanted seeds

and watered them. Mr. Tree was puzz led but s tood

watching unt i l the others had le f t . They had nurtured

i t wi th love, care and covered the soi l neat ly. Af ter

everyone had gone L i t t le Rachel to ld Mr. Tree what her

daddy had to ld her and he was happy again.

“ I have one last surpr ise for you”. “What is i t?” he

asked. She pul led out her s ignboard that read –

in bold and below i t a t iny l ine read “i t ’s a beaut i ful

world” and stuck i t r ight next to f lower bed.

From then onwards the banyan t ree and l i t t le Rachel

were the best of f r iends and would spend every other

day together, she loved nurtured and watered h im and

by the t ime l i t t le Rachel was o ld enough to leave. Mr.

Tree d idn’ t worry for she had g iven h im a few good

f r iends and for that he would a lways be thankfu l .

NO PLUCKING.

DON’T WORRY (MR. TREE)

HI.

SPECIAL THANKS AND CREDIT \ GIVEN TO

Short Story \ N ickola i K inny

author of K ieran | dark and melanchol ic poetry

ar t is t | student | photographer | t rave lerLayout \ Chelsea Hunter