"Sorry, I have to go- plant a tree," I said, rushing towards the door.
My friend looked at me, puzzled. "Plant a tree? What are you talking about?"
"I signed up for a volunteer program. We're planting trees in the park today."
My friend nodded, understanding. "Oh, that's nice. Go ahead then."
As I was about to leave, my friend stopped me. "Hey, wait a minute. Did you know that humans make great fertilizer?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What? Why do YOU know that?"
My friend shrugged. "I read it in a book. Apparently, in ancient times, they used to bury people under trees to help them grow."
I shuddered at the thought. "That's creepy. But I'm pretty sure we're not going to be used as fertilizer today."
My friend laughed. "Yeah, I know. I was just kidding. Have fun planting trees!"
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The Stranger under the willow tree
Short StoryOn a frigid and blustery October evening, the radiant moon cast its glow upon a solitary willow tree, perched atop a hill. Beneath the tree sat a mysterious man, clutching a large, worn storybook. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a child, no more tha...
