Everyone's Ancestor was on the Council of Elders.I tried asking about mine, but here are responses.
Cindy: You don't wanna know.
Calli: Not too far.
Caution Tape: I was born 3 weeks ago, and you expect me to know about your 200 year old ancestor?
Duct Tape: Ummm...I don't....
Rusty: Dude, why do you want to know about him all of a sudden?
Piper: Woof!
Isaac: She says she doesn't know, and neither do I.
Gluba-Glub(Calli's pet something): -Why did I ask this thing again?- Gurgle
Mabelle(Cindy's pet something): Gurgle Gurgle! (Wow Mabelle. That extra gurgle helped a lot)
The Other 12: *Shrugs*
Paris: Ask Lindsey.She knows.(Which might be the first positive thing he's said about her.)
So I went outside, and walked around to the back of the house.
I could go in detail describing this garden, but then again I couldn't.
It would take forever to describe the sheer beauty and amazement.
It still makes me wet my pants till this day.
Let's say, flowers of every colour bloomed, even the colours that were supposed to be ugly shone through. And in the center of the garden was a huge Oak tree.
Lindsey was obviously taking the term "tree hugger " too literally.
"Hey Lindsey!"I flailed my hands around. She turned and smiled.
When I ran up to her,instead of asking where my Ancestor was, I asked who did all this.
"I did?" she says like it's obvious. I never expected Lindsey to be a garden girl...she looked more like an...I don't know??
"Oh..um.." I rubbed the back of my head. "Do you know where my..ancestor is?" her smile dropped on 'ancestor.' "Um..." she looked at the tree.
She patted the trunk and sighed. "Not anywhere here. I planted this in his honor, but he's somewhere else. In a forest...can't miss him." she threw her hands up.
"So how did you plant all this?" I change the subject. "Because I'm a Guardian of Life." she giggles.
"A Gardener of Life?" I ask.
"No silly, Guardian of Life...but I suppose the other name makes sense." she laughs.
"I'll be Lindsey, the blonde Gardener of Life!"
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Oak Woods' Tales of Tomorrow
General FictionOak Woods, is pretty much screwed. Life is just pretty much horrible. And the Oak of Yesterday just flew up a ducks butt and died.