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The Meeting of the Trees
Elizabeth, Age 13, Coquitlam, BC

Now, when I was your age, my friends and I would sit down together in the forest, and become trees…and dream...

The elders slowly settle down on the carpet of glinting gold, sparkling rubies, the colour of an angry jewel, pyrite colours so fine and delicate that if a young tree toddled onto it, the beautiful carpet would crumble beneath their very little stumps, showing bits of glowing emeralds. There are other jewels, spread haphazardly across the endless sea of carpet. By and by, many different shaped elders come into the woods of the nymphs.

Eldest Griffinthin, the leader, has heavy, deep wrinkles and has lost his young, shining chestnut brown visage. He has also lost his silvery white hair  from the many wars of the trees during his days.

Secretary Unisims, as usual, is wearing her prim, arrogant expression, as she has the firm belief that she is the “tallest” tree, although, a majority would soon realize that she was, on the contrary, the smallest tree. After all, it is hard for her to get along with the elders, as they think themselves very sage and kind, for she is the only woman, and the youngest, about five hundred sixty million two hundred forty-eight thousand nine hundred eighty-nine tree years old.

Then there are Elders Bushikins and Boshikins, who are constantly arguing, as they were born, stuck together, by the many curved, loopy, dangerous branches combining them together. For the tragic thing was that the tree surgeon could not figure out the puzzle to untwining the painful ropes of branches that held the two disagreeable twins together, for life. Of course, they sometimes blame it on Eldest Griffinthin, whom they think ought to have tried to help them with their problem since he is the Eldest. Yet, they still keep their tongues most of the time, keeping their stiff roan red trunks straight.

Beside the twins, is Treasurer Dragnira, the second young female tree, who is tall and skinny. The pine beetles partly destroyed her family a long time ago, leaving her as an orphan, with the beetle-pox. However, she survived as Eldest Griffinthin rescued her from the sidewalks of Richmond, and he carried her all the way to the woods of the nymphs. Alas, if one looked carefully at Dragnira’s faded face, one could catch in the eyes the many grisly scars all over her brown nose and rather cocoa-ish bark. But Dragnira has never been seen crying before. The “Nymph” tree citizens assume she does not remember the agony of her childhood, but she does. In fact, she recalls many things, such as the scuttle of the fast feet of the beetles, the speed of death, pale sounding screams, which causes her to burn inside forever. Not a soul would ever know about her life, and her feelings.

Then, there’s the cheerful Elder Appacacino, whose main job is to encourage other trees at dark, gloomy times. He has never had a tragic moment in his life, so he only councils about humourous, but superficial, things. Quite a pity considering his magnificent brain. Elder Appacacino has a light tan complexion; however, the pouring rain has made his crispy trunk look soggy, and weak. Alas, he gives out a hearty-ho laugh, and booms for order in the Royal Room.

The trees quietly discuss how the community is doing. Although the sphinx and elf tree citizens are preparing a war against the dryad tree citizens, the elders decide among themselves that their community should ally with the dryad trees. The war is about the savage treatment to the fairy tree department. The sphinx tress and the elf trees had been treating the fairy department like slaves, forcing them to pick up their things and teasing them too, whenever they slipped on their long wings. However, the fairy department was too weak to act against the large population of the sphinx and elf trees, in which the dryad trees noticed, and prepared for the large argument and battle against the sphinxes and elves. The Elders of the nymphs have now firmly chosen to ally with the dryad community. Slowly, the Elders disperse, leaving nothing left.

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