Eduard The Tree!

"There are the Otters! I mean the Others!"

"How could it be?!" Eduard asked himself because there was obviously no point in asking a cactus sitting nearby. Cactuses are terrible companions! Any decent plant would tell you that. So in lack of better listener he spoke often to himself. Sad, I know, but what would you do if you were a Genetically Modified Tree without friends and with reasonable worries about your solitude existence even if you had that one pinecone? I think you would talk to yourself too.

The Book which Eduard found in his grey midnight looking for snack time (yes he was going to eat that book for sure, he read only high quality plastic ones) was old. It was a really old book. Old like his great-great-grandfather Olaf the Woodrow also known as Scarlet Oak who unfortunately was a smoker and one day forgot a pipe behind his head branch. The Book was as old as Olaf but not so fiery.

It was about old nations and battles. Especially jewellery took a lot of place in that story. Eduard was never fancy about anything shiny but he noticed that people brag about it all the time. He preferred long conversations about weather, seasons and compost (the best was brown one smelling like rotten leaves and salamanders). Therefore Eduard skipped a few chapters and also some inner books. And then he saw it! Right there was a picture of a tree, a really big tree, a really big walking tree with beard of moss. He was even bigger than old Olaf in his five hundred years! And the text said that he wasn't the only one. There were dozens of them!
"I need to meet them! Otters! I mean others! I need to find them! I am not the only one!" shouted Eduard on the cactus next to him and jumped up with the book in his branches.
"I need to find them! But how?!" he wondered. There were names and places in the book which he didn't see on any map. And because of boring nights he knew them all.
"I see!" he victoriously turned around and pointed a wooden finger on the embarrassed and pointed desert plant. "I need to find the author of the book!"
Eduard was thrilled! There are others like him! He can meet them! Talk to them about any compost he will want! And they...Eduard stopped. Maybe, just maybe, they will know some new one! After all those years! True friendship! 

"But calm down" he said to himself "first things first. Enthusiasm has to wait." When he calmed down he opened the door of the lab-garden and looked outside. No one was in the hall and he could silently slip away. Eduard was a skilled watcher and a good listener. Therefore he knew that his creator Mr. Bot-Nik was also working on something awesome in a cellar. And because Mr. Bot-Nik was the only one working here and he doubted Eduard's intellect he never locked any door. Eduard was quick. He ran over the hall, down the stairs, turn right, go back, turn left this time and finally he got to the door of the cellar. He swiftly entered and locked the door behind him. And there it was. Masterpiece of genius, breakthrough of century, but for Eduard the Tree it was just a common, grey and silver, what's the fuss, portal through time and space, crafted in the middle of a great wall on the other side of the cellar. He ran over the room and set a date on a consol. It was not hard. After all he was a brilliant GMT, well self-educated and...there was just one lever to change the date forwards or backwards. So Eduard held it long enough to get his date, pressed the "Big Red Don't Touch Button" and jumped into the gleaming vortex of the time stream!