Back to the Beginning

I was writing at my desk when my desk said, “I miss being a tree.”

I said, “I understand. Is there anything I can do?”

My desk said, “Yes, can you release me back into the forest?”

I said, “Sure.”

I loaded my desk into my truck and drove three hours to the woods. I put the desk on a dolly and pushed it deep into the woods.

Suddenly my desk said, “Here would be nice.”

I set my desk down on the forest floor.

I said, “Anything else, or will that be it?”

My desk said, “This will be fine, thanks.”

I said goodbye and walked back to my car.

As I drove home, I was inspired and felt compelled to go back to The Creaking Cradle, the orphanage where I started out in the world. I drove the 16 hours. When I got there, I found that it was now a 7-11. I got a cherry slurpee.

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