The Tree
A long, long time ago, in a village far, far away, there was a tree.
It was big and with branches really wide, and it stood at the top of a
hill. Villagers called it “Tha Hanging Tree” because it was where
criminals were hung.
Everytime the bell rang, people knew that someone, at the village’s jail, would be goingo to be hung in the tree.
And everytime a person was hung in that tree, his or her body would disappear. Just like that, without explanation. Just like any kind of miracle.
One beautiful day, the bell rang.
- There goes another one.
- Poor young boy.
- He shouldn’t have been stealing those apples.
And the young fellow walked to the tree, accompanied by two prison guards.
At the tree the hagman said:
- Have any last words?
- No sir. I was stealing, I should be punished.
And the boy was hang in that big, old tree.
Everyone left, leaving the boys body hanging from the branches. A few minutes later, the two undertakers of the village came to pick the body. But where was the body?
- How is it possible? It has just been 5 minutes since the hanging. Where is the body?
- Maby someone took it.
- But who?
There was no body. At all. It had disappeared just as a magic trick. Gone with wind. And the two men left with no body to bury, and no work to do.
The next day another miracle. The big old tree wasn’t old anymore. It was full of leaves and apples.
- That’s an apple tree? I always thought it was an oak. – moaned one of the villagers.
But it was. A beatiful, big apple tree. And it was full of big, round and red apples.
- Lets taste them.
And there they went. Every villager had an apple in their hands. They were shiny and smelled really good.
- I’ll take the first bite. – said the mayor.
And he bit it. And so did everyone else. The apples were juicy and very, very sweet. But there was something strange.
- This apple is really sweet but its juice… It’s red. And it tastes a little like iron or some kind of metal.
- STOP EATING IT! – screamed the village’s doctor – That’s blood.
It’s true, the apples were full of blood. Human blood. The blood of the ones that were killed in that tree.
After all, bodies were not disappearing by magic arts. The tree was literally eating them, and when it had enough, it gave innocents blood to the ones who convicted them and unjustly took their lives.
Everytime the bell rang, people knew that someone, at the village’s jail, would be goingo to be hung in the tree.
And everytime a person was hung in that tree, his or her body would disappear. Just like that, without explanation. Just like any kind of miracle.
One beautiful day, the bell rang.
- There goes another one.
- Poor young boy.
- He shouldn’t have been stealing those apples.
And the young fellow walked to the tree, accompanied by two prison guards.
At the tree the hagman said:
- Have any last words?
- No sir. I was stealing, I should be punished.
And the boy was hang in that big, old tree.
Everyone left, leaving the boys body hanging from the branches. A few minutes later, the two undertakers of the village came to pick the body. But where was the body?
- How is it possible? It has just been 5 minutes since the hanging. Where is the body?
- Maby someone took it.
- But who?
There was no body. At all. It had disappeared just as a magic trick. Gone with wind. And the two men left with no body to bury, and no work to do.
The next day another miracle. The big old tree wasn’t old anymore. It was full of leaves and apples.
- That’s an apple tree? I always thought it was an oak. – moaned one of the villagers.
But it was. A beatiful, big apple tree. And it was full of big, round and red apples.
- Lets taste them.
And there they went. Every villager had an apple in their hands. They were shiny and smelled really good.
- I’ll take the first bite. – said the mayor.
And he bit it. And so did everyone else. The apples were juicy and very, very sweet. But there was something strange.
- This apple is really sweet but its juice… It’s red. And it tastes a little like iron or some kind of metal.
- STOP EATING IT! – screamed the village’s doctor – That’s blood.
It’s true, the apples were full of blood. Human blood. The blood of the ones that were killed in that tree.
After all, bodies were not disappearing by magic arts. The tree was literally eating them, and when it had enough, it gave innocents blood to the ones who convicted them and unjustly took their lives.
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