Chapter 1
The fat ugly chick crawled under the shady oak tree.The tree stood aloof unaware of the amount of space it took up in the park.The tree's bark was cracking and the trunk was decaying and the bark was discolored. The branches hung limply almost touching the ground as if to escape the misery (either by association)or rather to seek comfort on the green patch of grass sorrounding the tree .
Circumstance brought them together ,you know the world only entertains beautiful and fair things leaving the rest ,the indescribable,in the dark, and the old tree and the young chick were neither.Bits of fat collapsed on the chicks neck and the feathers were falling off.The chick's ugliness could rival a vultures .One couldn't tell what kind of bird he was.Only he knew because who doesn't know their origins.
Common grounds bought them together that gloomy evening .I'm not talking about the lush patch of grass that grew around the tree as if mocking it for being ugly .These two (the tree and the bird)were neither friends nor acquaintances,no they were both ugly ,and tired of being so for so long .
You may think that just because the tree was old and conflictingly oak ,it was wise .No ,far from it ,the tree was quite stupid .The young cypress and the gorgeous mapel thought so.And who doesn't agree with the words of such trees . Oh how the tree wished someone would just come and chop it down .At least th fall of it would be glorious,but come to think of it ,it was half rotten and half stupid .Even the wood wouldn't be of use considering it's rotting flesh.
The tree remembered it's youthful days .When the soft wind would rustle it's green leaves and it's trunk was firm and glorious. It's leaves were plump and a heavenly green and it's roots were succulent and ripacious. It pride swelled to the tips of its leaves .Then even if someone chopped it down,it would still be put to good use.Like creating an immensely royal rocking chair.
It had lived through its glory days but as all great things ,it came to an end.The only thing that still stood were the beautiful sunsets.
The fiery orb ,the sun hung limply upon the colored horizon.The scene was completely breathtaking (that is for the cypress and the coveted maple) but all the oak and the little fat ugly chick saw was simply an escape from the reality of day (and it's troubles )The chick stood close to the tree trunk and it's rough branch (which was quite rough ) carassed it's almost naked body.It barely had any feathers left and the remaining feathers were frail and thin and could barely keep the cold away . As night slowly set in bringing with it the embrace of silence except for the sound of the animals of the night,and the cold wind whistled past them,the chick could feel the warm tree trunk.
The chick was hungry but it knew not what to eat for it knew not what kind of bird it was.It vividly dreamed of the warm feathers of its parent. But one thing the chick knew was how to whistle ,in a soft tune using it's little ugly mouth .And so it did ,a slow song which harbored no lyric.In a tune of its own .So the old tree that wasn't wise in any way listened to the slow tune of the chick,the little fat ugly but talented chick .The chick had never known it could whistle ,and neither did it know what kind of bird it was.But it continued to whistle in it's soft tune.The whistle seemed to carry on with the wind ,winding through the freezing November air and settling in the ears of both who cared to listen and those who did not .As the trees in the park swayed to the beautiful melody .And the night drove on caring neither for the frail cold chick ,nor for the almost fallen tree .
