One October
day, a Hen looked out her window. She saw an apple tree growing
in her backyard.
“Now that is odd,” said the Hen. “I am certain
that there was no tree standing in
that spot yesterday.”
“There are some of us that grow fast,” said the
tree.
The Hen looked at the bottom of the tree.
“I have never seen a tree,” she said, “that
has ten furry toes.”
“There are some of us that do,” said the tree. “Hen,
come outside and enjoy the cool shade of my leafy branches.”
The Hen looked at the top of the tree.
“I have never seen a tree,” she said, “that
has two long, pointed ears.”
“There are some of us that have,” said the tree.
“Hen, come outside and eat one of my delicious apples.”
“Come to think of it,” said the Hen, “I have
never heard a tree speak from a mouth that is full of sharp
teeth.”
“There are some of us that can,” said the tree.
“Hen, come outside and rest your
back against the bark of my trunk.”
“I have heard,” said the Hen, “that some of
you trees lose all of your leaves at this time of year.”
“Oh, yes,” said the tree, “there are some of
us that will.” The tree began to quiver and shake. All
of its leaves quickly dropped off.
The Hen was not surprised to see a large Wolf in the place
where an apple tree had been standing just a moment before.
She locked her shutters and slammed her window closed.
The wolf knew he had been outsmarted. He stomped away in a
hungry rage.
