I
was walking through the woods and I came to a small creek which I started to
cross. I stepped on a small slick
stone and my feet went out from under me.
As I got up, a little wet, a little muddy, and a little sore, I heard
someone laughing.
I
was way back in the wilderness and I couldn’t believe someone had seen me
fall. Then I looked around and it
was this sycamore tree, laughing uncontrollable. I knew no one would believe me so I took this photo of it,
and then I asked what that tree found to be so funny.
It
never changed expression or said a word.
It just kept laughing. When
I left it was still just like this, laughing away. I think I might just go back again someday with a
hatchet. I bet it will quit
laughing then.
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