In the beginning, there was a tree. Because the tree was short and had low hanging branches, little children loved to climb that tree. But soon, the tree grew very tired from the weight of the children and was constantly shouting, "Please get off!" Of course, nobody did because nobody could hear him, and nobody understood tree language. Until one day, a little boy came by who did.
"Listen," he said, "the tree is telling all of you to get off!"
"Oh," said everybody, "we didn't realise we were hurting the tree". So one by one they climbed off.
The tree was relieved and thankful. It grew tall and strong and bore big juicy fruit. Oranges, to be exact. One day, much later, a little child who did not know the history of the tree began to climb on it. The tree looked at the child. And then smiled. "Now that I am tall and big", it said, "I can carry you high!"
The end.
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