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Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy. 

And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. 

He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. 

And they would play hide-and-go-seek. 

And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. 

And the boy loved the tree.... very much. 

And the tree was happy. 

But time went by. 

And the boy grew older. 

And the tree was often alone. 

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, 

"Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy." 

"I am too big to climb and play" said the boy.

 "I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money?"

 "I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money. 

I have only leaves and apples. 

Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy." 

And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. 

And the tree was happy. 

But the boy stayed away for a long time.... and the tree was sad. 

And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy." 

"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy. "I want a house to keep me warm," he said. 

"I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house ?" 

" I have no house," said the tree. "The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy." 

And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house. 

And the tree was happy. 

But the boy stayed away for a long time. 

And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. 

"Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play." 

"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy. 

"I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?" 

"Cut down my trunk and make a boat," said the tree. "Then you can sail away... and be happy." And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. 

Far away

And the tree was happy ... but not really. 

Overtime the pain began to numb, the flame made it very hot. However, at the same time, the tree felt cold inside, having been betrayed by the man once again. The old man was a vicious wolf, having stolen everything from the tree including its life. The old man sat down on a branch and bid farewell to an ‘old friend’. Once again the icy depths of our cruel and unforgiving world devoured the old mans life, the heat of the flame was put out and gone forever, just like their friendship…