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The Roots
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???: It takes way too long to mature 'em but we gotta breathe, eh? Phew.
???: I feel your pain.
???: What pain?
???: What is pain?
???: Wood, you mind grabbing a can of champagne for me? I think it's high time we water this poor sod, innit? He's drier than a sandstorm. Look at 'im!
Wood: Where?
???: Down.
Wood: Down where?
???: Down where the roots are, you hit your trunk or somethin' mate? Must've broken a branch or two along the way. Heheheh.
Wood: I ain't never seen a damn thing man, not even one, have you?
???: No.
Wood: Come on man! Then how you know the roots even exist, you dummy? You ain't seen no nothing either, just let it go man. You're wasting yourself, waiting on ghosts.
???: Ain't that right? I grew from it, of course it's real, I was made in its image! If there ain't no roots, how did you get here then, eh buddy? You just grow into the page outa, what, nowhere?
Wood: Where?
???: Up.
Wood: Up where?
???: Up where we grow. What's wrong witcha mate?
Wood: Do we?
???: Not with that attitude you won't. 'Cuz you see, that's why we need 'em roots. Without 'em, how we supposed to grow? What we supposed to grow into?
Wood: Leaves.
Leaves: What?
Wood: Gotcha!
Leaves: I'll give you that one mate, heheheh.
Wood: Gimme some space man.
Leaves: What for?
Wood: For the li'l one.
Leaves: I can't.
Wood: Why?
Leaves: I can't see that far.
Wood: Ask your roots.
Leaves: Hey, hey, hey, woah! Slow down buddy, that ain't funny, not one bit. Ima pretend I didn't hear that.
Wood: What?
Leaves: Hear.
Wood: Hear what?
Leaves: The silence of the li'l one, ain't he adorable? Aww, so cute. Now let's take a deep, deep breath. Ah...
Wood: Yo, yo, yo. Hold your horses man! His pot ain't moist, he hasn't shed a single tear in it and he ain't moving a muscle.
Leaves: Relax buddy! He's just resting, we'll wait and see.
Wood: What?
Leaves: See.
Wood: See what?
Leaves: Where it comes from.
Wood: What for?
Leaves: To know where we're going.
Wood: Is that supposed to help?
Leaves: No.
Wood: Then why you keep doing it man? Something's gotta give.
Leaves: Aight, listen buddy. I'm tryin' my best here but you're just too stubborn to get it. He gotta grow if we wanna keep breathing, so it'd be great if you just, played along and stopped questioning me.
Wood: Well, look at you! Aren't you doing such a fantastic job! Bravo!
Leaves: Drop it! NOW!
Wood: What?
Leaves: The branch.
Wood: What for?
Leaves: So more will grow and then you'll believe.
Wood: Hate to break it to ya but that ain't how things work around here man.
Leaves: Why do I get the feeling I've forgotten something, eh? I must be getting old. It's getting harder to breathe too, innit?
Wood: It sure feels like it.
Leaves: So where the hell is it mate?
Wood: What?
Leaves: The thing.
Wood: What thing?
Leaves: The thing I can't recall.
Wood: Hell if I know.
Leaves: Neither do I.
Wood: Oh, well. It is what it is. I suppose this is where I gotta say I told you so.
Leaves: Told me what?
Wood: Look.
Leaves: Look where?
Wood: At him.
Leaves: Hmm, he seems to be... a bit... dead.
Wood: Precisely.
Leaves: Bummer.
+ Written by Parham "Reav3R" Gharavaisi
+ parham6@live.com
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