Dawge #32! The Tree That Wouldn't Listen (37)

Today, I would like to type another Weeble-Wooble fable. This one has a moral, and is called The Tree That Wouldn't Listen.

A long time ago, there was a hill. On this hill, there was a tree. This tree loved the sun. Every day, she would wake up and feel the sun on her bark. She loved to watch the sun set every night over the beautiful purple mountains.  She loved everything about her life, except for the fact that she couldn't move. Every day she would see people walking to and fro beneath her hill. And every day, she longed to be able to move.

One day, when the tree was feeling very glum, a famous magician walked by her hill. The tree, knowing of the magician's great magical feats, asked him if he could give her legs to walk and move. The magician agreed and said that he would come back with a potion the next day. The tree was overjoyed and told all of her friends about the magician. Her friends told her that he was an evil magician and would trick her. The tree ignored them, too happy at the thought of walking and running and all sorts of things.

When the magician came back the next evening, he gave his potion to the tree. She absorbed it through her roots with jubilation. As it took effect, she shrank, her skin became softer, her leaves turned to fur, and she took the form of a mole. She had legs, but her friends were right! The magician had tricked her, and before she could ask him to change her back, he was gone. Because of her ignorance, she would never see the sun again.

The moral of this story is to trust your friends. And even though someone's offer sounds amazing, make sure there isn't a catch before you jump right in.

Dawge #31! Dragon's Thanksgiving (36)

Some of you might assume that these stories are made up by some insane young boy. That couldn't be farther from the truth, unless you thought this was a blog for robot-making ideas that was written by an octopus. 

These stories are about Dawge's life. He would write them himself, but his robotic arms don't have articulated fingers. When Dragon found out about this, he wanted me to write about his life, because he is to small to reach the keyboard. This is Dragon's Thanksgiving.

I know that I told you that Dragon was a mouse. But I was wrong. He is actually a dragon born with a physical deformity that made him almost the exact same size and shape of a mouse. So, every year, Dragon goes to Dragonville to celebrate thanksgiving with his dragon family.

When Dragon got to the train station, he noticed that something was wrong. The train had been mysteriously turned into a banana! I bet this Qaat did this! Thought Dragon. So Dragon borrowed Spork's compass rose and flew to Dragonville. When he got there, Dragonville was actually Sheepville!  How did that happen? I followed the directions exactly! Then Dragon remembered that he had already gone to Dragonville for Thanksgiving two weeks ago, and that he was dreaming. Dragon woke up in his bed and started reading on of Aardvark Q. Pook's books called "How to make the perfect bee beard".