It leaned far to the left, frightening the flowers. Its shade also leaned. Roots tried desperately to keep it straight. Soon, at this rate, the tree would collapse.
How could this happen, asked the grass. One other tree responded. We are all jealous of the drunken tree, it admitted. The children from the family owning the property played only on it, hanging from the branches. The rest of us were ignored.
Now the kids are grown and gone. All we hear is the sound of birds. The drunken tree is sad, causing it to sag even more. One day it will crash to the ground. Men will come, chop it up and take away the pieces. Only an empty space will remain. Memories will fade.
WTF! screamed a tulip. What about us. We'll be squashed, crushed under a dead tree. I need a drink. Why can't flowers absorb alcohol?
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