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The Mammal and The Tree A Fable by Bettie Davis and r.

I lumbered towards a dim lit cabin thru the forest
It was Bettie’s place
It had been so long since I had the strenght
To disconnect my roots from the ground
Yet there I was covered in rain
Bark lit by the storming sky
As She opened the door and confromted me
“Well I’s bees” she said
Get yourself in her by the fire foren your sap turns ta freeze
She wrapped a chequored blanket around my brittle bark
And my stumps soaked in a tub of warm water
She bought me a cup of honey tea
And I poured it gently on my chest to rehydrate my me
While layin back exceedin his energy
Of long needed love and attentions
Things begain ta sprog lively as supposedly ta beees
Andds Iiiiis waz happy ta seees
Da looks of and
It jest warms mees heart
Asss wees sat
And embarked on ole times past
Bout whens wees were youngish sprouts
And sooo innocent ta bees wees were and the forest yonder wees shared

Bettie took me into her heart
Her blood pulsed rum red thru her mamalian viens
whilst mine a pallid half sap ebbed thru my mutant wood
I was a half breed there was no denying it
But I felt comfortable by the fire in Betties gaze
Not allowing myslef to get too close of course
Because of the drying leaves
I’ll have to get a job I said in a sullen oakened voice
I hear there’s an opening at the lumber yard…

Lumber yards fer hire and fire
Oh how could ya ever tinks Id let you take on such a horded job
Moo likely the forest rangers station would bees a better place ta take on a job of yo breedin
Then iiiis could cums visits you just any ole timess me pleases
There the little seedin would be moo at ease ta bare arms the leaves
Moo freer ta breathe even
No the forest would be the place ta bees
Free ta roam back and forth as ones pleases
Wit outts a care of being humanize and disgraced know
Lease iiiis just gives you time ta tink on it whiles you grow moo leaves and limb esf this world
So I sat back
And listened to the wizdom of this world
The wizdom seen thru the eyes of a somewone who passed thru the forest
A warm brreze caressing the gentle beads of sweat
to move so fast among the green composed of such an equasious amount of liqid
Sap welled in my knot hole eyes
I’ll try the Rangers Tomrrow I said
But for now my stumps must take root in your carpet

There in the mist of whats waz so call livingquartes
Of the humanoid tree person at best beees thee
Leafless tree did take root
Growin branches and sprouts there of
In aaas world unbeknown
To any others but the twoss
Life waz benign
For the twos worlds of humanors and the tree life tooos beeee

A hundred years went by as my leaves a rustled in the breeze
My Boo had passed in the wintertime some ten years past
My offspring abound in the forest
But Her great gradchildren tended me every Day
Climbed me, watered Her carpet
Took fruit from my musky branches
Blood red pears and green peaches
That preached of balanced interspecies
Somehow there was harmony at last in this little glen

Written By: Bettie Davis and Rusky ——————— © November 23 , 2o12