Sam And The Magic Tree

“It’s ok!” came a little voice. It was Primrose, the fairy, hovering around a young tree who was crying. “No it's not! My family have been cut and demolished around me, how is that ok? They are also coming back in the morning! What would you have me do?” the tree asked in an angry but frightened way. “Is there not a way you could find to walk away from here?” Primrose was full of concern for all of the trees. “Do you not think my brothers and sisters would have done this if there was a chance to do so!” "I don’t know, I just think that we have lived in peace forever and have never even thought of anything other than how we live. But who is to say that trees cannot walk?” The little tree smiled and tried to take a step. He made lots of noise, and his roots pulled at the earth that had nurtured him for so long - but nothing happened. The other younger trees tried to do the same, but they too were left standing strong within the earth. Primrose started to shout out. “I know of a magic tree, and he is very wise! I bet he could tell you how to walk and I am sure he can help all of us because something needs to be done! If I could only find him in time, but I don’t know where he lives! I will have to go and find my friends, they’ll know. But I don’t know if there is enough time to save you!” Primrose was now flying around in a frenzy as her energy was full of anguish. “It's not just me, what about all the other hundreds of trees here, they say nothing, it is as though they have gone to sleep. They just stand there with their wisdom, content on moving on to a place where time does not exist! Why? I do not understand!“ The little tree scrunched up his face and clenched his branched fists. Primrose flew over to a large, older tree. She asked the question that the young tree was asked but he said nothing. Just then a female tree spoke. “We have lived as a forest for hundreds of years and nothing else we are. We love our life here, but at the same time we do not fear death and we do not fear change.” She said, offering her wisdom to those who would listen. “Well I do and I don’t want to die! What about all you other young saplings, do you agree with me? “ asked the little tree. “Yes… yes, we do! Yes, we do too, so please, help save us as well as your self!” came a flow of voices through the remaining woods. The older trees just shook their heads and smiled and allowed the younger ones to live out their dreaming. “I have an idea for now. I can make all of you, invisible! That way, you have a chance to stay alive. All you need to do is to make sure that any trees around you that have chosen to do nothing, do not crash into you when they are cut, or that any Mophead’s can feel you" said Primrose buzzing with excitement. “Oh, only that then!” “Well, it's the best I can do for now! I will go for help. I need to find Old Rook and Wise Owl, they will know what to do and where to find the wise tree! By the way, what is your name, little tree?” “Well, up until now I have not had a name, but you calling me Little Tree is not very helpful with all that is to happen. I need a bigger name. I think you can call me Elma from now on. Elma means courage.” “Ok, Elma, well, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Primrose and I look forward to our epic journey ahead.” She then waved her fairy dust over all the trees that wanted to try and save themselves and said the following spell: “Into the world of unseen dreams All of you who are seen to be In the here and now Take a breath and disappear And live for a while Without a fear.” Once the words were spoken, everyone who wanted to, disappeared. Primrose laughed and zinged and was, for a moment, really happy with her magic. Then she remembered the task ahead of her. She called out goodbye to everyone, wished them good luck and flew off into the twilight. The following morning section ten were back in the forest with their axes, and it was everyone for themselves. The devastation went on for days until the forest was clear, or so they thought! A large number of young trees had managed to survive and were all very still within the earth of Amazonia. Elma had taken it upon himself to keep all the other young trees as calm as possible and felt that it was up to him now to save his brothers and sisters. So, for now, they would invest their energies into faith and trust that Primrose to return with help.