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Stop Killing Baby Dryads!

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 kill an old tree, that the Dryad has already left its not so bad. But when you chop down a young tree you could kill 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.
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alice-curtis
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Jul 3, 2012
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