Breeze was left in charge of Mrs. Groundsels Grandchildren. “Tell us a story, please.” Lisbeth demanded flashing her dark blue eyes at him.
Breeze sat and stared all around him. In the distance an old twisted tree caught his eye.
Lowering his voice he said, “A tiny oak tree was planted in the wood many years ago by a kind and friendly witch. ”
“It wasn’t Lovisma then.” Lisbeth said and moved closer to him.
Breeze smiled then said,
“The tree was planted in a good place. It began to grow. A rabbit stopped one day beside the tree to scratch his ear. The tree bent sideways to ask the rabbit what it was doing.
“I am itchy. So I am scratching the itch.” The rabbit said and then he hopped away.
The tree decided it was good to know answers to simple questions.
Whenever an animal stopped close to the oak it would move its body to look at the animal and ask a question or two. Over time the tree grew very knowledgeable about everyday things.
It knew why the clouds danced across the sky on sunny days and why they emptied buckets of raindrops on the forest on dark cold days. It also learnt the names of all the plants and animals in the forest. “
“Really?” Lisbeth asked.
Before Breeze could speak, Matt said, “That is rubbish there is no twisted oak tree in this wood and if there was it wouldn’t know anything about anything. Trees are just trees.”
Lisbeth looked sad. “Mr. Breeze, that is not true. Is it? Your story is beautiful. I think trees are great.”
“Thank you Lisbeth. Matt will discover the truth some day soon.” He hoisted her on his shoulder and said, “we are going to visit the tree.”
He walked a long way then stopped before the tree. Lisbeth ran her hand along the bark. “You are a super-duper old tree. ” Breeze placed her on a low branch and jumped up beside her.
“Does it know everything?” She asked Breeze.
“Maybe not everything but it does know a lot of stuff.” He looked at her. “Why?”
“I would like to know what there is far beyond the Sugar lump mountains. Please Mr. Tree can you tell me?”
Breeze looked at her and said, “why don’t you write a note and pin it to the tree?”
She grinned at him. “Trees can’t write.”
“No but fairies can and I bet Tulip or Izzy could talk to it, or Elegant. I will ask them. They could write the answer down for you.”
So Lisbeth left her note pinned to the tree.
Next day she woke Breeze from a nap by shouting at him, “I got an answer.” Lisbeth read the note: “Beyond the Sugar Lump mountains lies a green valley. It is filled with cows grazing, sheep sleeping and lambs having fun. There is no river but there are many different types of flowers and trees. The air is filled with humming birds who sing as they collect pollen from the plants. ”
Lisbeth was smiling when she finished the note. “I am never going to tell Matt about this. It is great to know something he doesn’t. Someday when he walks miles and miles to find out what is over the mountains I can say, I knew all along because the kind oak tree told me.”
When she left Breeze slept, dreaming of dancing trees who became so knotted they fell over and grew on the ground.