"LITTLE TREE," THEY WOULD SAY ,"STRETCH YOUR BRANCHES UP TO THE SUN SO THE BIRDS MAY COME AND PLAY MUSIC ON YOUR LIMBS." WITH ALL HIS MIGHT, HE WOULD TRY TO REACH FOR THE SKY BUT HE COULD NOT HOLD HIS BRANCHES SO HIGH FOR VERY LONG. LITTLE TREE WOULD LEAN SADLY AGAINST HIS MOTHER WHILE HE WATCHED ALL THE BRANCHES OF OTHER TREES IN WHICH BIRDS OF ALL COLORS AND SIZES WERE NESTING AND SINGING PRAISES TO THE MAGIC OF THE FOREST. HIS OWN LITTTLE BRANCHES COULD BARELY HOLD HIS LEAVES, AND THEY ACHED WITH PAIN.

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