We are killing too many trees
for notebooks, and mail envelopes,
and not enough people recycle.
My mom says that every tree is a home for a Dryad.
Dryads are nice people that care for the tree they live in.
When you **** an old tree, that the Dryad has already left
its not so bad. But when you chop down a young tree
you could **** a baby Dryad!

Stop chopping down little healthy trees
because the trees give us oxygen to breath with.
We need the trees, and the Dryads need the trees.
Stop killing baby Dryads. And always recycle too.

When I was six I lost my dog.
Everybody went crazy looking for her.
Even the people that she had nipped at
and one guy she had chased over a fence.
She's little but she's tough.

After an hour of yelling her name all over the place
I heard my mother call from the bedroom.
I ran in to see Lizzie peak her head out from under the blanket
and let out a little doggie yawn.
Now whenever Lizzie is missing we always check under the blanket first.