Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She love to wonder the hills and feilds beyond her grandmother's house. One day, she came upon a mysterious sight. It was a tree unlike any other tree. It was a Muffin Tree. The little girl was delighted.She climbed it's branches, ate it's muffins, and rested in it's shade. Day after day, she returned to climb and play and eat by the shade of the old muffin tree. Soon she grew very fat. After many days of this, she became bored. "Oh, muffin tree" said the little girl "why do you only grow blue berry muffins. Please, grow another kind." But, the tree said nothing, as it is a tree and trees don't talk. But, just because trees don't talk, doesn't mean they aren't listening. The next day a new muffin was growing on the tree. The little girl was overjoyed. She tasted the muffin, "MmmMmm". And it was the greatest muffin she had ever tasted. However, three minutes later she feel down dead.

Moral: never trust a muffin tree
Unknown "sparkie" Sparkling - 16 years, 10 months, 8 days ago