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    dots Submission Name: the man and the crying treedots
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    Author: rosesrouges
    Elite Ratio:    2.93 - 32/42/42
    Words: 473
    Class/Type: Story/Misc
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       Me, at the crappiest peak of life hence produces crap =.=" I was never good at writting stories.


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    dotsthe man and the crying treedots
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    On a cloudless day, when the wind took time off to visit the sea monster, i walked around the mulberry bush. I saw a boy - (wait, make that a man)...ahem...i saw a man with his clothes all drenched.

    It wasn't raining.
    It was a cloudless day (duh. i mentioned this in the beginning, where were you?)
    The sea was 52 km away from where we stood.
    No water nearby.

    I asked him "Oh dear sir, have you no respect nor shame to represent thouself in this manner to a lady?"

    He looked at me with his hazel-coloured eyes(which i thought had to be some kick-arse contact lenses) and smiled. He opened his mouth - his lips seem suppled, i wondered what lipbalm he used.

    "My fine lady, i apologise. But it's a wonder why you have but not question on how i magically got drenched wet".

    I bit my lips. I wondered of course. Wondered and pondered how this bloke got all wet as though the monsoon rain had hit upon this area within seconds. But that cannot be.

    It wasn't raining.
    It was a cloudless day.
    The sea was 52km away.
    No water near by.

    "Well, then. How then did you get all drenched? Your hair is in a mess. Your Giordano shirt has turned completely into one of those shirts you get at the market. Your socks are completely soaked".

    The man grinned and his pearly whites amazed me. He must have been a colgate model or something.

    "Do you see this tree?"he asked me. I look at the tree above us. The tree was huge. The leaves were red in colour and so high above almost reaching the sky. "Well, this tree rains by itself. The leaves have tiny little holes that allows water to sip out"

    I looked at him unsure and said "That's absolutley propostorous. A tree that rains by itself? There is no such thing!"

    "Uh-uh my lady. But there is" He said, still smiling. He slowly took my hand gently and pressed it against the bark. I shivered a little when all of a sudden, i felt drops of water falling down my shoulder. I looked up and was slackjawed.

    Indeed, the tree was raining. It seemed to be crying. A cry so tender and sweet. A tiny droplet touched my tongue- it tasted like gummy bear.

    "Now do you believe me?" the man asked.

    I nod my head still awed.

    The man then walked away from the tree leaving me alone. Before he disappeared out of my sight, i shouted "What's your name oh mysterious sir?"

    His head turned and he gave a killer-watt smile; "James. James Petitspois."




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