I am a tree.
The tree in The Wizard Of Oz.
I always have been.
I sit in the back and am labeled as an unimportant part.
The only difference is I don't get to throw the apples at Dorothy.
She throws them at me and I am forced to smile at the audience and act as if I enjoy it.
Enduring the pain is better than being laughed at while it happens.
Yet it would appear I am also the comedian of the play.
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of Sixteen Cranes
De TodoThis is a story about a boy. A world with only a boy. Only one name. One character but no protagonist. This is a story about two boys. A world with billions of people. Only two names, but it ends at sixteen cranes.
