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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: It's a Colorful World (12/03/09)

TITLE: Everett's New world
By Lisa Keck


“Good morning, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Everett. I am a patient here. My home is a dark shadowy one but it is beautiful. There are wild flowers there although their colors don’t show as truly as out on the plains. I live in a dense forest. I have a close knit family and many close friends.

“The other day we were all just hanging around sharing stories when one of the little old ladies of the village came up and told my little brother that he was just growing taller and taller every day. I’ve heard such growth is usually revered to as, ‘growing like a weed’ but Minnie Linskoog always says the children in our village are too beautiful to be compared to any old weed.

“Over the years, friends and some family members have left the village and not returned. I can’t understand that. My home is so beautiful. There is one reason they may not come back but I don’t like to think about it. This place is nice but it’s not like home. Before the Widow Linskoog walked up the other day we were discussing the rumor that only one of us would be allowed to leave the village due to the high number of disappearances. I was about to check this story out on Snopes dot com when I felt a sharp pain in my back. Then I felt nothing. It’s a strange sensation not being able to feel your limbs. I never really thought about feeling them before but … I remember wondering what happened. I was scared. I couldn’t breathe. I cried out for somebody to help me. In my mind my voice roared but I soon realized that no one could hear me. I must’ve passed out because the next thing I knew I was here and I could hear a strong, friendly man’s voice.”

“That’s it son, tighten the screws now. It’s straight.”

“I was groggy but heard the clang of metal. I thought perhaps I was in a hospital getting put in one of those frames I saw on the Discovery Health Chanel that help with back injuries. When I could focus my vision I saw that I was in a standing position in a parlor, not a hospital. I figured it was part of my recovery. The hospital went with a homier feel to help patients relax. Then I heard another voice”

“Dad I checked the lights. They’re all working. Can I put them on now?”

“Dad? I wondered. What kind of hospital is this? Well I do live in a small village. This must be that little clinic on the edge of the prairie. I hoped the light therapy would work. I didn’t like not being able to feel my limbs. They sure are pretty colors. After they put the lights on my limbs, they must’ve realized they wouldn’t work because they began hanging other colored metal balls from my limbs. I thought they were doing some kind of reverse magnetic therapy.

“I’ve been here almost 2 weeks. I’ve had lots of visitors say how good I look. Last night a jolly ol’ doctor in a red suit left presents in pretty colored paper with silver and gold bows. But still I can’t feel my limbs. Oh, I hear footsteps. I hope it is someone who can help me feel again so I can go home. I’m sure my friends and family in the forest miss me.”

“Merry Christmas!”

A single drop of sap rolled down Everett’s cheek as he realized the truth. He wouldn’t be going home again. He had become a Christmas Tree. He was both sad and honored. “Well, if this is to be my fate, I’d like to thank you for welcoming me to your colorful world if only for a little while.” This was one rumor Everett had been able to check out on Snopes.com and he knew that after the New Year he’d leave the warm, cozy colorful parlor and be laid out on the curb.

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Anita van der Elst12/10/09
A unique perspective on the topic and an interesting tale. Poor Everett. (Did you know the city of Everett, Washington, has a pulp paper mill? Maybe Everett could go there & be recycled.)

(I think you meant to use the word "referred" vs "revered".)
Robyn Burke12/10/09
Very cute! Loved your widow Minnie-- just the name was fun. Your reference to 'little clinic on the prairie' was a good chuckle. Actually, there were many good lines like that one.

A very different take on the topic and right in time for our season.
Carol Penhorwood 12/12/09
How cleverly done! I didn't catch on at all until midway through the piece, then I just felt so sorry for Everett. I think you could do more with the piece about sacrificing for others' joy perhaps...? Good job and very imaginative!!
Scarlett Farr12/14/09
I didn't catch on until near the end, but a cute story for the season. Makes me glad my tree is artificial!
Mildred Sheldon12/15/09
I enjoyed this very much. Never thought about a Christmas tree being used to tell a story but I loved it. So appropriate for thit time of year. Thank you. God bless and have a Merry Christmas.