The Tree – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant deny it
Trees are just about his favourite things
He is a bit too big
To sit on high twigs
But he may try it if he has wings

He has good reason to love them
This is not a load of bunk
He keeps this brief
But it is his be-leaf
That it’s nice to cuddle a trunk with his trunk

The idea of Friday Fictioneers is to write a very short story (100 words) based on a picture prompt (below).
That’s it.

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

The children don’t play here so much these days.

I remember when they used to swing from ropes tied to branches.
When they hung sheets and blankets for tents, played at Cowboys and Indians.
When they climbed up, pretending to be pirates sailing the seven seas.

Then Benny, no, Bernie, decided to build a tree-house.
Carried that wood all the way up the hill, brought his dad’s best hammer and those long, sharp nails.

I wasn’t quite so keen on that, thought an accident could happen.

Well, they thought it was an accident when my branch bent under his foot.

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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72 Responses to The Tree – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Sarah Ann says:

    I loved your introductory poem – happy tree hugging. The tree in your story has a great voice and pov. But what happened to Bernie – a broken neck, or just an arm?

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  2. billgncs says:

    good one — letting the dark side out I see.

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  3. Joe Owens says:

    All of this is so good. I began to wonder when I saw the part about “those long sharp nails.” A great bit of personification here. The tree did not want the tree house encroaching on its apace.

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  4. neenslewy says:

    Dark ending – I had to re-read it a few times to make sure. I never would have expected the tree to take such revenge!
    Very clever twist.

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  5. Parul says:

    Your story explained very well why anellephant thinks “it’s nice to cuddle a trunk with his trunk”..
    Cos it is it’s be-leaf that trees instil justice in the end.. Even if by accident 🙂
    Interesting story from the other point of view. Nicely done!

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  6. zookyworld says:

    Chalk up one for the trees! But it is too bad the kids weren’t playing around it like they used to. I enjoyed the story — and the poem, too. That last line of the poem is fantastic!

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  7. Lady Lovely says:

    Ohhh, very nice! A Lady can’t help but wonder, where all the kids are today. However, she does a friend still, who invites her up to her tree house, that her father built when she was a kid. That limb, is still standing!

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  8. Sheila says:

    Love this! A tree can only put up with so much.

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  9. julespaige says:

    You reminded me of another story I read where a ‘parent’ tree was teaching a ‘youngster’ the art of ‘looming’…you know when trees get bigger and then smaller as we pass them in our ‘cars’. But the ‘looming’ doesn’t work anymore when a car looses control and bob’s you in your trunk.

    Nice write – Thanks for your visit.

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    • AnElephant is fascinated by Jules’ ramblings!
      Thank you for your comments, always entertaining.

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      • julespaige says:

        Just in case you missed my missive…
        Please know this; on my WP site…
        (I also know others have trouble too – So sorry that others spoil the view…I hope to change that back once the dust settles…)

        Dear Sweet AnElephapntCant
        all comments are just first hidden from view
        Not at all because of you…
        I’ve had some issues with sort of trolly type things
        So I’ve had to clip their wings

        Which is quite unfortunate that my
        True friends and honest humble beings
        have trouble seeing what they write, right away…
        Any time you wish to converse
        Do e-mail me with a verse

        But fear not…as once and soon as I am able
        I will make visible that which seemed to have
        been swallowed by the ether net…
        Those words so kind and bold, are just on hold…
        You must know I you are as a friend, one of the best!

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  10. petronmb says:

    Enjoyed both very much.

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  11. elappleby says:

    I’m on Bernie’s side I’m afraid – I love treehouses! Great story 🙂

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  12. vbholmes says:

    I, too, like the poem as much as the story–both very well done.

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  13. kz says:

    haha that tree is awesome.. accident indeed ^^ and your intro’s always just as great as the stories

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  14. Sandra says:

    I love me a tree with dark humour! well done.

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  15. Penny L Howe says:

    Nicely done. The tree clearly got the last word! 🙂 xx

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  16. A cleaver story. The poem was also cleave with your tree puns. Bravo!!

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  17. Enjoyed the poem and story. Nice to learn it was from the tree’s POV at the end. Clever.

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  18. Honie Briggs says:

    sounds like Bernie had a mean streak – enjoyed the details

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  19. Your best story so far and just a good story overall. I like they way you slipped the tree-as-narrator in at the very end.

    janet

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  20. 40again says:

    Really liked your poem and your story. A great take on the prompt and a tree telling the story – brilliant idea
    Dee

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  21. Got me thinking about the whomping willow… great story

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  22. bulldog says:

    Great post again.. really enjoying this journey through poems with you…

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  23. I loved the elephant poem
    the tree reminds me of a grandparent who loves kids to a point

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  24. Matilda Aya says:

    The tale is masterfully crafted–
    This much is clear and right true.
    But Tilde’s confused.
    Is Wednesday the new
    Friday or did she sleep through?

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  25. Hee hee!You couldn’t resist I see! Well done, and so quick!

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  26. Strange, the tree not wanting people pounding nails into it. 🙂 Hopefully they got the point.

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  27. Nothing like a little sarcasm from a tree…can’t blame him really…nails?! Excellent little story and poem to boot!

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  28. Shreyank says:

    A witty story from the elephant ! 🙂

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  29. nightlake says:

    You have your readers there. We don’t know it is the tree till the end:) a good story

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  30. Alastair says:

    Awesome 🙂

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  31. Dear Elephant,
    Guess that tree didn’t care to have a house in his branches. Good bit of story telling.
    shalom,
    Rochelle

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  32. emmylgant says:

    Fantastique! And here is why you are a genial storyteller: “Then Benny, no, Bernie…” The gift is in the details; they allow suspension of disbelief. Chapeau!

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  33. Sandra says:

    Loved the poem and the story. A tree telling a story, with a hint of … yes, I think so.

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