SQUIRREL (thinking): Winter trees have no leaves. Naked. Bare. Exposed.

CARLOS THE TREE: It’s true! Here I am, world! Know my truth! I’ve never liked this tire swing, and I don’t care who knows it! RAFA THE TREE: We ALL know it, Carlos.

CARLOS THE TREE: But did you know that with each swing, the rope digs deeper into my branch, and in doing so, my very soul? RAFA THE TREE: Yes. We do. LUCIA THE TREE: We READ your poetry blog, Carlos.

CARLOS THE TREE: YOU TOLD ME YOU YOU HATED MY BLOG!! LUCIA THE TREE: No. No! I NEVER said that! I simply said it would work better as a STAGED PIECE! RAFA THE TREE: Guys... Let’s not do this again...

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SQUIRREL (thinking): Winter trees have no leaves. Naked. Bare. Exposed.

CARLOS THE TREE: It’s true! Here I am, world! Know my truth! I’ve never liked this tire swing, and I don’t care who knows it! RAFA THE TREE: We ALL know it, Carlos.

CARLOS THE TREE: But did you know that with each swing, the rope digs deeper into my branch, and in doing so, my very soul? RAFA THE TREE: Yes. We do. LUCIA THE TREE: We READ your poetry blog, Carlos.

CARLOS THE TREE: YOU TOLD ME YOU YOU HATED MY BLOG!! LUCIA THE TREE: No. No! I NEVER said that! I simply said it would work better as a STAGED PIECE! RAFA THE TREE: Guys... Let’s not do this again...