The tree was an ugly plant full of lethal jewellery. It could not move to another spot where another tree was stagnation with delight. For as many years as people could remember, the tree used to be a millionaire. However, some years later, at present, it was a disgusting, hopeless donkey that had, once again, slipped into a river abode. It was a strange creature, a very sad beast to live with. It seemed to know nothing about itself until it moved towards a forest where it could find another of its kind. One night after its discovery, it entered a forest where a black-tailed deer appeared. The black deer, named Buf, entered the forest and started shooting bullets made of organic matter. It then fled and tried to take refuge in the tree but failed miserably. To find their missing one, the forest was then cut open by a group of black deer that were hunting and being hunted. But the tree failed them as well. As for the tree, no one trusted the donkey afterwards.

Moral: The tree was a skilled artist with a long history of violence.