{"id":2255,"date":"2017-06-28T20:08:17","date_gmt":"2017-06-28T20:08:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewachs.com\/wachsacrossamerica\/?p=2255"},"modified":"2017-07-01T14:59:13","modified_gmt":"2017-07-01T14:59:13","slug":"the-tale-of-the-traveling-trees-a-tragedy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewachs.com\/wachsacrossamerica\/2017\/06\/28\/the-tale-of-the-traveling-trees-a-tragedy\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tale of the Traveling Trees: A Tragedy"},"content":{"rendered":"

Once upon a time, in a small village at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, there lived a blue spruce named Bruce. \u00a0Bruce lived in the corner of a yard owned by a very nice family who found the tree to be very lovely and also a good place to hide their lawn mower from the view of passers by and from the rain and snow. \u00a0Bruce grew every year getting taller and taller. \u00a0But at the same time he was getting fatter and fatter and before long he had outgrown the little yard. \u00a0One day Bruce saw Mr. Macias the tree man coming with all of his tree cutting tools and Bruce knew it was time. \u00a0All trees know that someday they will become either pencils, popsicle sticks, 2x4s or firewood. \u00a0Bruce loved the family so much that his only hope was that he become\u00a0firewood that the family use some day as they were making memories together roasting s’mores.<\/p>\n

Bruce’s big trunk was chopped up and hauled off by Pastor Michael who would use it to heat his family’s home and this made Bruce very proud. \u00a0Many of Bruce’s little limbs were chopped up and stacked neatly in the family’s yard. \u00a0 Bruce’s wishes had come true…he had not been turned into pencils, or popsicle sticks or 2x4s…he had become firewood\u00a0for the family to use when making memories together roasting s’mores!<\/p>\n

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The little pile of Bruce sat in the back yard waiting for the day he would be used by the family making memories together roasting s’mores. \u00a0He sat through the cold winters, the wet springs, the blazing hot summers and would get covered in leaves in the fall. \u00a0He waited and waited and waited. \u00a0Cold. \u00a0Wet. \u00a0Hot. \u00a0Leaves. \u00a0Cold. \u00a0Wet. \u00a0Hot. Leaves. Cold. \u00a0One cold winter day, the family moved into a house with wheels and left!<\/p>\n

Bruce was very sad that winter. \u00a0He was lonely and missed the family. \u00a0But in the summer they returned and they came out to the little pile of Bruce. \u00a0Bruce was so excited that today might be his day to help the family make memories together roasting s’mores. \u00a0But instead of Bruce being taken away, the man brought some other wood and stacked it on Bruce. \u00a0“Hi, I’m Kyle from Ohiopyle<\/a>,” said some of the logs. “And I’m Winston from Kinston<\/a>” said the others.
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