"You have very nice shoes" the guy yelled at Samuel. "I like them muchly"
That day, the tree was very nice, Samuel was in that tree, and it was very nice.
"hey, I like they way you like my shoes, kind of" Samuel yelled back. Interesting How the guy walked. He was a very nice guy. Who liked trees.
"That's very nice tree." said the guy to the man in the tree who was named Samuel who was in fact in a very nice tree with his other shoe in the crook of his arm. Both stopped in their tracks. Pedaled back and hopped in the car. Their destination unknown. The guy started to scratch his butt. They never left. Samuel sang his song with his hand on his heart and his feet on the pedal. And he sung gracefully and vibrantly and he revved the car in tune with his song.
"That is a very nice tree, yes it is, a nice tree" Sang the guy, along with Samuel, who happened to like singing about trees and how nice they were but also liked peanut butter.
The willow swayed and swayed mocking the men in the car. It's thoughts wandered on the days when he was a sapling.
People didn't really care about trees back then but it was better. Why should someone bother a tree about how nice it is? It already knows it's nice. And a willow, is willow who is not very nice.
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