George Washington x Cherry Tree

George x Tree

This could be considered extremely creepy read at your own risk. This was not my idea gotta give credit to Mishkali and Svattii at midnight ;)
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It was George Washington's birthday and he was going to be seven. " Papa" George yelled running into his small house. " guess what day it is" he said smiling wide. " is it Saturday" his dad said trying to get a reaction out of George." No it's my seventh birthday" George said smiling. " you're seventh birthday you say" said his dad. George shook his head violently. " well if it's your birthday I got a gift for you". "He said " it's about time you become a man". His father still up out of his rocking chair and walked over to a brown thin long box tied up with the blue hay string. He took the box over to George who was excited as hell. "What is it" said George As he took the box from his dad and started ripping off the paper from the box. There was a shiny, steel hatchet. Which when you turned it it caught the sun. The handle was a nice thiccc piece of mahogany wood with a nice curve at the base and a flat round tip. " it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" said George caressing the axe with his chubby toddler hands. " how about you go out and give it a swing" said George's dad motioning towards the door. George quickly ran out the door and started towards his dad's wood pile. " you can cut any of the firewood but don't touch my cherry tree" Said his dad walking back inside his house. George set up a log and brought the axe just above his head and swung down on it. The log split clean in half. "Mmmmmmm, yes" George said whispering to himself while licking his lips. Nothing made him more happy than Split wood. George continued to cut the wood one piece after another till all the logs were completely split and perfect. George dropped his axe in accomplishment and sorrow. He was happy at how much wood he had chopped but sad that there was no more wood. "George" set ominous voice coming from his right. "Geeeeeorge" it said it again George looked in the direction of the noise. All he saw was the cherry tree. The nice, tall, juicy, thicccccccccc Cherry tree. George felt so attracted to the tree like a magnetic force was pulling him in. George started walking towards the tree. He picked up the axe and licked the blade. George got right up to the tree and put his hand on its long THICCCCC trunk. George began to raise axe right above his shoulder. He took a big breath and then. WACK!. The blade made a perfect hit "oh yes". George said biting his bottom lip. George lifted the axe once more. WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! The sound cracked the air as the tree fell to the ground. George wipe the sweat from his head. " I have done it" he said dropping his axe. George opened his mouth as a vacuum of a black hole became into existence in his stomach and he vored the tree and his endless abyss of a stomach. George turned around and started back to his house his dad walked outside. " where in gods name is the cherry tree!!" Said George's dad. " I don't know dad. Where is your wife she still hasn't come from her trip to the drugstore. How long ago was that four years" replied George as he ran away into a field of wheat. His dad dropped to his knees in a pit of sorrow
THE END.....
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I know officially hate myself. Thanks for reading if you want me to write anything in particular to you let me know