On a little hill
Though it had been years, a great many in fact, he still fretted about how Viviane betrayed him. It had been the early morning when she had woken him up and said she had spotted a whale off the coast, as he finished getting ready for the ride he noticed that she seemed kind of distant. He also noticed that she was carrying her new travel case that he had given her. “Oh” he thought to himself as she led the way. “She must be wanting to do some studying today. Why does she never just take a break”. If only he decided to stay in, or pretend he was sick or something. Then he would not have been stuck here on this stupid hill for so many years. They had not even been going for an hour before her backers had them surrounded. Before he even realized they were working together, she had cast her spell on him. While it seemed pretty reversible at the time, he knew he was stuck for good after no one went looking for him. They were too focused on the fight’s aftermath. Now no one looked for him because no one cared. Not only that, but his type of work had died out years ago and there was no one alive anymore that could fix him. Even worse, he had started to hear that people no longer thought he was real anymore. He had heard people talking about his hand work like it was just common folk tales. Having lost the ability to speak, he could not correct them or tell them his thoughts. So he just listened, and listened. When he heard sad news, he could only cry his sticky tears. As when he heard that Artie’s fight did not end well for him, while this was expected it still brought tears. Artie did not heed his warnings and had gotten pretty fat over the years, common after marriage troubles, but his loss was supposed to happen. After his loss, He was going to lose and then come back at some time later, but Artie was taking a lot longer than expected. Now he would not have his best man at his side.
“We’re sorry about the park, little missy, but all this land has been brought to be turned into apartment buildings and there is nothing that can stop that. At least you have your pictures of the park, those would last a while.” said the service man. The angry six year old did not like that answer and ran off crying to her mom. “Filthy little tree hugger” the service man muttered as he dropped his cigarette on the ground and squashed it with his feet. With that, he set to work. Merlin, the yew tree, cried tears of sap as he was cut down.