The oak tree… My father said it was strangely alive but I never fully understood until that night.
It was midnight when I heard the loud yelp from a dog. Was that the neighbors barking dog? Did someone finally shut him up, I thought. I moved the curtain off to one side and looked out my bedroom window. I usually could see only part of my neighbors backyard because of the large oak tree in our yard. But this time I noticed that I had a clear view. Did I not realize that my father cut down that tree recently?
I look down at the ground where the tree used to be and I didn't even see a stump, just a hole. Hmm, when would he have removed that tree, I thought.
Suddenly, with the bright shine from the neighbors automatic porch light, I saw something move. Something very large. I stared into their backyard and observed something unbelievable. The branches moved as if they were arms. It can't be, I thought. How is that possible? Our tree, the tall oak, moved as if it were human. Bits of something went flying here and there.
I then noticed as the tree turned around, it had some bloody fur smeared on its trunk. Did our tree just eat our neighbors dog? I quickly closed the curtain and sat down on my bed. I must be dreaming, I thought. After three minutes of confused thought, I got up and slowly moved the curtain again to the side. It was dark out there again and I saw our tree where it usually stands. Did that really happen or not? That must have been a dream, I thought… Or was it?
Please feel free to tell me what you thought of this short story. Did you think it was bizarre or weirdly clever?
Well, it's more like worldly clever. With retaliation against dogs peeing on them . 😀