The Most Curious Day in the Jungle
The tall tree shook its branch to wake the little bird sleeping calmly in its nest.
“Fly off bird,” said the tree “better fly off, I have to take a walk today.”
“Where are you going tree uncle?” said the bird, “Why do you have to walk?”
“Family matters, sweety.” said the tree in a voice so full of sadness that the bird collected its wings and at once flew off the branch. The tree looked at the bird go and started to pull its roots out of the jungle floor.
Silken rays of sunlight fell lightly on the jungle floor but even they could not make the gloom disappear.
“What happened here?” asked a ray of light to a spider spinning its web on a tree trunk.
“The yellow beast happened.” said the spider and went back to spinning its web, waiting for lunch, but with a sad heart and no appetite.
The other trees had already gathered at the site of the ruin, aftermath of the trail of the yellow metal beast.
The thin tree looked at the destruction all around him, his brothers reduced to thin reeds after a night of storm, those who stood by him in sunshine and in rain, now fallen. All the trees gathered around him and looked up to him for advice on what to do next.
“Gather forces,” said the tall tree. “Tonight, we attack.”