‘‘Climb up this fine, magical tree young lad!’’ Yelled the Mystic, Old Man. ‘’ It will take you to the most delightful place.’’
I was curious. What kind of places lie at the top? Maybe it’s just a trick, maybe there is just a normal tree. Should I climb?
‘’Hurry up lad!’’ He called. ‘’The tree is going to switch places any moment.
‘’Wait what?’’ I shouted.
I didn’t know what was happening but I was being drawn to the top as if I were a magnet. Without any sense of control, I started climbing.
I felt going hard. I fell turning to stone.
Leave a Reply