tree and ax dressed black, came in the forest. I was strong and stable. he selected me. pulled his hand on my body pulled out his ax. Hit! and hit! hit faster . I was proud of myself, I don't want to be tree sinc then. I imaged Better Future. my fling was so hot becus of his ax. he let me abruptly alone in that he sow another tree how was more stronger. he left me whit my wounds he broth it and me who I am not tree or blackboard, not an old man stack gotten dry. Play with People filing is such a tree and ax story. anyone how have ax in your hand don’t hit until you are sure! My Friends don’t approve your fling until you are sure. It might wound and dry in wish of being a blackboard