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Irony of the Mango Tree

One day my brother and I walked the path to the Mango Tree

I was so happy to go see my friend the mango tree.

How ever my brother was not…

“What’s so great about a stupid ol’ mango tree it’s never done anything for me!”

“SHH!” I said scornfully “She has feelings too, and she has done much for you. She has given us her fruit to fill our bellies and shade for free.”

But my brother didn’t listen to me,

He stubbornly went and kicked the tree repeatedly.

And yelled “Mango Trees do NOT have feelings!”

The tree shook violently and out from under it’s leaves dropped a bright green mango SMACK right on my brothers head and he fell dead.

Another juicy plump mango dropped at my feet like the Mango Tree was thanking me.

I picked it up and sat beside my senseless brother by the Mango Tree while devouring my mango and enjoying the silent scenery.

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