It was one of the most beautiful Texas days that he had ever seen, so the young king of trees and bushes decided to wander outside to enjoy his green world. However, as he was soaking in the sunshine and breathing in the warm afternoon air, he began to hear a dark sort of whispering going on around him.
A cold chill ran across his shoulders. At first, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, because he didn’t think anyone or anything in his kingdom had reason to be unhappy. He hoped that the angry voices were nothing more than sounds created by a breeze moving through the leaves.
Unfortunately for the king, the horrible things that he was hearing were true. Because he had ignored his green world for so long, many of his plants had become ugly and unruly. At first, all they wanted was to be trimmed and pruned, but eventually they grew thick and totally out-of-control. Soon a large group of untrimmed, unpruned bushes were talking about overgrowing the king and covering his entire castle with dead leaves and thorny vines. They wanted revenge and thought the time for change had come. “Revolt,” the leaves murmured as the bushes swayed back and forth in a dance of angry anticipation—“Revolt!” 
Suddenly, without warning, a long branch reached out and slapped the king right across the middle of his face. “Hey! What do you think you are doing?” The king shouted and sneezed as he pulled several annoying green leaves out of his nose. “How could you treat your king like this? How dare you!”
“What? We think that it is you who have mistreated us,” hissed one of the long, thin branches. “We were so beautiful when we were planted in the castle garden several years ago. We thought we were lucky. But now we are unhappy, because you didn’t pay enough attention to us. In fact, you stayed inside your castle day after day and forgot all about us. We needed to be cut, trimmed, and pruned. Now, because no one ever bothered to cut us back, we have grown up to be an extremely unpleasant, irritable group of bushes. There are so many annoying bugs crawling around in the darkness beneath us, we are miserable. This is why we have decided that you must now pay the price! You shall soon experience annihilation by our green overgrowth.”
“But, it’s not my fault,” the king argued. “I did hire a landscaping company to come out and take care of you.”
“Well…no one ever came here, as you can easily see by looking at our overgrown, twisted, tangled condition,” the bushes snarled. “So, we blame you!”
It was then that the king realized he was in great danger. He looked around hoping he could call someone over to help him, but there was no one in sight. “Uh-Oh,” the king nervously said to himself. “This is serious. It looks like the end of my kingdom is near!”
In the past, all of the dangerous situations that the king had encountered were just simulations on his computer games. But this was actually happening! There are no instructions for handling plant attacks, so what is someone supposed to do in a situation like this? He felt lost and confused.
To make matters worse, the king had left his silver sword underneath his bed where it was of absolutely no use to anyone. As the bushes began to slowly drag him forward into their inner darkness, he knew that he had to come up with a workable plan, and fast!
“No, No, No! There is no way that I can let this happen to me! I will not stand for this!” he shouted out in a loud voice, momentarily startling the bushes.
He used this opportunity to quickly pull the branches from his arms, but his plan for a quick escape did not work. Because the ground was uneven and wet, he lost his footing, slipped, and fell over backwards. He wasn’t standing for it anymore; he was about to lose the battle lying down. A thorny branch quickly jumped out and wrapped itself around the king’s right ankle, once again dragging him closer to his leafy doom. The bushes had no intention of letting the king get away.
Luckily, the king’s mother had always told him that he should never give up and never give in, so he struggled back up onto his feet once more. Unfortunately, as soon as the bushes saw that he was about to free himself and run away, they sent out even more branches to wrap themselves around him.
Even though the king was starting to get extremely tired by this point, and the branches were poking and pinching him without mercy, he was not about to lose this battle. He continued to twist and bend the stubborn branches until they started to break under pressure. Then the king softly said, “Please stop attacking me, so that we can talk calmly about your problems. I know that we can solve anything, if we just work together.”
“No!” shouted the bushes loudly. “We don’t believe a word you say. We want to fight! We want revenge!”
Using his most powerful voice, the king sternly replied, “Beware! If you do not retreat, I am going to pull off your leaves one by one. Don’t make me do this! Also, I know how to use this stick as a deadly sword, so I am warning you one last time—behave!”
His brave words caused the wicked, killer bushes to get even more angry. So, the young king drew his stick sword and pointed it at them. “On guard! I’m not afraid to use this. Don’t push, pull, or fight with me anymore. I will cut you limb from limb. You’ll be sorry.”
He raised both of his arms and was about to swing his sword stick forward, when the bushes cried out—“O.K. Wait a minute. Stop! Please stop! Maybe we have had enough. This doesn’t make sense. We don’t want to be all chopped up. What good would that do? That is not what we want. If you agree to trim us and give us all a nice shape, we promise that we will be forever grateful and never attack you again. ”
“Agreed!” The young king sighed as he put his stick down. He was relieved because he did not want to fight. He wanted his plant kingdom to be peaceful and serene, and he certainly didn’t want to suffer through any more surprise plant attacks.
Before he left his garden that day, he assured the bushes that he would fire the old landscaping company (that never showed up), and personally do all of the castle garden trimming and pruning by himself from now on. The bushes swayed and shook their long, leafy branches to show their approval.
From that day forward, there has never been any more trouble in the castle garden. The king waters all of his plants and keeps them nicely trimmed. His green world has become the paradise it was meant to be.
Co-authors: Mary and Josh (grandson)
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~~~Bonus Poem~~~
NEVER LICK A STICK
Never lick a stick!
It won’t do the trick
and it might make you sick.
You might even get a tick.
So—don’t be like Nick
and lick a stick.
And don’t listen to Rick,
sticks won’t give you healthcare. ~~ by Josh
Before I Forget 
How lovely that Josh is being encouraged to be creative at an early age! And he’s also learning the life lesson of taming the garden. Delightful.
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Thanks Fay! I agree. The freedom to be creative and think “out of the box” is something that should be encouraged. The imagination has the awesome power to turn the expected into the unexpected, shifting what has become ordinary back into the realm of the extraordinary. The world desperately needs the dreamers, the artists, the writers, and those who can help us open our eyes and look clearly through the looking glass to the other side.
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Creating a story with your grandson as a character and hero was cool. And I very much liked the poem.
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Josh will be very happy to hear that you liked it. He wrote the poem himself.
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haha lovely story and poem….. 🙂
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Thanks…I’ll make sure to let Josh know you enjoyed it!
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Very creative and imaginative, I enjoyed it.
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Thank you! The story about the killer bushes was my grandson’s idea. He outlined the story while I took the photos. Later, when I wrote it down…I realized that he had never given me an ending. When I asked him what I should do about that, he said “the ending just has to be happy.” And so it is. 🙂
He wrote the poem by himself. When I asked him why the last line did not rhyme like the rest, he told me that was the surprise part. A wonderfully creative mind!
Now we have a short “book” that we can read together…hopefully for many years to come.
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Do you think I look good in those pictures
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Yes. It is wonderful. You did such a great job of playing the part of the King…being attacked by angry bushes. 4 more people have a “limited edition.” And everyone loves your poem, J.C. You should write more!
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wonderful story
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I am glad that you like the story, Ajay.
I will let J.C. (the King of the Green World) know.
He will appreciate it!
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That’s great. His Grandma is great; he ought to be great.
Very beautiful imagination
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Beautiful story. “Never give up and never give in” – wonderful lesson, dear King of the Green World :-)…
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Thanks Yasmine.
Never give up and never give in…….That’s a good thing to believe.
I had a lot of fun putting that story together.
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I Love it… He’ll probably end up being a hugely creative designer / film maker / writer / director / animator. “Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.”~ Albert Einstein
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I am not sure which way he will go. With imagination, you can become just about anything. He loves animals and he just brought 5 chickens home.Their names are now Oreo, Snowy, Shadow, Dusk, and Dawn. That could be a new adventure in itself!
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I hope the King of the Green World returned and kept his end of the bargain. Otherwise he’s a treaty-breaking scoundrel!! LOL What a charmer. Loved all the pictures and the way the story unfolded. And of course, I always like a happy ending. Tell him he has a real future as a script-writer. LOL Warmly, Brenda
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I sent your comment to the King of the Green World and he was very pleased. As a result, any time you walk out into the green world–you will always be free from harm.
Oh and….the King just got a Harry Potter magic wand for Christmas. It is wonderful. He is now out and about, casting spells of happiness and joy. 🙂
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LOL, so happy that the King of the Green World has such useful skills.
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Mary, the story and your comments remind me of my dad telling me stories about “Charlie” a little boy on the end of my toothbrush. Charlie had a dog with big floppy ears and when Charlie sat on the dog’s back and grabbed both ears, gently of course, the dog could fly “up” if he lifted up, forward if he moved forward and to turn, he’d pull right to turn right and left to turn left.
Charlie had many adventures including visiting a mountain where some cows had short legs on the right side of their bodies and others had short legs on the left side. The cows would walk around the mountain so their long legs faced down the mountain and their short legs faced towards the top. This meant some walked around clockwise and others counter-clockwise. The only cows they could ever meet face to face were those who walked in the opposite direction.
That’s about all I remember about Charlie. I even forget the name of his dog! I wish someone like you had been there to write down the stories. I was in the 1st – 3rd grades then and I wasn’t up to it. That’s a real loss. I truly loved the stories!
Stew
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Interesting! I have a friend whose father used to tell her similar stories about cows with short legs on one side. He also told her that brown cows make chocolate milk and sometimes they roll down hills in order to make milkshakes. 🙂
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Actually, I’d forgotten! He’d stop at a critical point in the story and ask me, “And then . . . ?” The story wouldn’t continue until I “picked up the thread” and filled in what happened next. One time Charlie had been knocked off his dog and was falling!
Dad asked, “And then . . . ?” I quickly added something like, “Charlie grabbed a foot from each of two geese as he passed through a flight of Canadian Honkers. They carried him down to the forest below. They weren’t very happy!”
He was also saved at other times by a giant 6 foot long salmon, several deer and a number of other “critters,” including a cute blonde. (My first kiss was from a cute blonde who lived in an apartment house next to where I lived in Blue Lake, CA, near Highway 299.)
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Sounds to me that you remember enough to make a great little book. Time to start writing!!!
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Someone is having a ton of fun by simply hamming it up! Great post!
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We were both having a great time. After it was all put together, I read the part of the evil bushes, he read the part of the king, and his mom read the narration. I later made a spiral bound book of the story (thanks to Kinko’s) and gave it to him. He said, “Wow! I have a limited edition!”
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This is a wonderful post. Great story and such good acting. What is your grandson up to 9 years later?
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He is in college…with a full scholarship for swimming.
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That’s great. I saw this after I asked the same question on the tree hugging post.
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