Hmmmmm... this could go anywhere

Interpret as you see read it and then think of something extraordinarily witty, chew it a few times till its nice and mushy, then build said mush into paper airplane. fly around the room three times wiht the paper plane in hand. Three times mark you, no more no less. After you've done that. crush the airplane in a rage (the rage can be pretend if you can't muster up a real one) and pretend like you're King Kong. Now write anything you want as long as it makes sense with the previous entries and the general theme of anything.


Now then......

Our story starts in a wood in the little country of Wellsee. In that country there was, is and probably will be for a very long time to come a forest of tall oak trees, and it is in that forest that our story starts. At the foot of a particularly tall tree lay a teenage boy, who was arguing with the tree that east was THAT way and that WEST was that way. He seemed to be winnning this argument - the tree just didnt care about anymore, he had problems of his own, and he was only offering the occasional slow gruunt as he half listened to the boy justifying his thoughts. He had tried to keep it hidden from the other trees for as long as he could but it was no use. It had burst into the open like an shameful secret will always do. And it was getting worse too. His reputation within the forest was suffering as a result among the younger trees. You might think being the one of the tallest trees of the whole forest would get him a little respect around here, and it had been so once upon a time, before his secret had been revealed. Even the boy had noticed and it had only taken him a glance. The tree was going bald. He had tried various combinations of folding his bravches to make it less obvious, tried re arranging his leaves to cover it up but it was no use. He had thought about doing the honourable thing and losing his leaves before they fell off, so that he would be going bald on his terms at least and he go, feasibly, set a new trend becoming the icon of many a young sapling, aspiring to become as bald their hero. But on the other hand it was a very big gamble to take. He could just be securing for himself a lifetime of ridicule and with many years ahead of him that was not an enticing prospect. It was a very big step to take. His mind gradually came back to the boy lying at his feet who said that he was off on some journey and it was very important he get the direction right.........