The Tree

Today I saw a tree. Now. I know what you're thinking. "Trees are everywhere. It's not an event to see one!" Yes, reader, I am aware of that. BUT! This tree was something........ Time for explanations. Okay. Let me describe what happened.

We were stopped at a red light, and it just so happens that there was this tree right outside of my window. Let me describe it. It was blotchy with brown and white on its bark. The leaves were perfectly green. The bark was what caught my eye. The way it was spotted, it looked like someone dumped either a bucket of white paint or brown all over the trunk. The paint had dried and peeled revealing the opposite color. I know it wasn't paint. It seemed to me that the bark was either white, but chipping to show brown, or brown, but chipping to show white. This tree was so strange. It caught my eye. Again.

This is a story I wrote about this tree, which I named Charlie.

Every night, Jenny would ride home from school on her bike. She would always have a stick with her, which she used to smack all the trees she passed. One tree, named Charlie, chipped and chipped until he looked like he does today. THE END.

This is what happened. I saw that tree, womdered about it, and decided it would be a good thing to blog about.

See ya!

Kristi