Hi all. School is fast approaching, and I’ve been trying to squeeze in more work before the real work starts.
This is the second chapter of my work-in-progress, tentatively titled Constellation of Giants, or A Tall Tale. I polished this one up a bit so I’d have something to post.
The story is part satire, part fairy tale, very much in the vein of Animal Farm, except with trees instead of animals, and capitalism instead of socialism. If you have any thoughts or comments, I’d love to hear them, and if you’d like to read the first chapter, click here. Thanks for reading!
Constellation of Giants
There are three things valued above all else by any right-minded tree: a plot of rich soil, enough water for one’s roots, and an open sky above. Such things are not given freely, but must be earned through hard work, perseverance, and ingenuity. From the moment the radicle emerges from its seed, it’s in constant conflict. This is especially true in old-growth forests, where the floor itself is often lost in dense thickets of ferns and bushes, in caked duff and detritus. Out of the hundred thousand seeds shed each year, and uncountable pollen, the percentage of trees that successfully grow beyond the first three years is, remarkably, less than one.