Farewell My Pretty

Once upon a time there lived a tree.  A beautiful little tree.  A little tree that produced the most fragrant yellow fellows whose scent permeated the land and made everyone happy.  The little tree lived in the front yard of a castle.  A castle on an island inhabited by the lovely queen and the handsome king.

Now the handsome king did not like the pretty tree.  He liked the pretty flowers, but he did not like that each and every fall it dropped it's long green leaves and spent the winter bare and exposed.  In fact, the handsome king thought the little tree looked alarmingly like deer antlers.

But the queen loved the little tree.  She thought the bright fragrant flowers were lovely.  She believed that the tree's summertime beauty more than made up for its less than desirable appearance during the winter months.  And so it went for many years.  The handsome king deferred to lovely queen but secretly he wanted to chop down the little tree while the loving queen wanted to nurture it and watch it blossom and grow.




And then one day the unthinkable happened.  The royal toilet leaked.  The evil plumber was brought in to identify the problem.  It was a sad day at the palace when the evil plumber advised the king that the palace plumbing issue stemmed from the little tree.  A tiny camera was sent down the palace drain and determined that in an ongoing search for water the little tree's roots had invaded the palace drain pipe causing it to collapse. The little tree had to go.  Oh and that will cost you $$$$$$$ royal dollars plus $$$$ for identifying the royal problem.

The lovely queen was sad.  The handsome king was angry.  After all $$$$$$$ is a royal rip-off.  The handsome king sent for the court jester, who moonlights as an electrical contractor on the side and is all knowing.  The court jester suggested that the evil plumber be beheaded for gouging and sent for the soft spoken royal subject named Carl.  Carl spent 30 minutes assessing the damage and repairing the royal drain.  That will be $ dollars.  The handsome king was happy again.  The royal plumbing was repaired and the royal wallet remained intact.  The handsome king was so pleased that he knighted the court jester and proclaimed Carl the new royal plumber.

But alas, the lovely queen was sad.  In an effort to prevent the royal drain from future root invasion the pretty little tree had to be removed.  Her budding branches severed and left in a heap to whither and die on the castle grounds.  Today this is all the remains of the pretty, little tree.  It is awaiting the arrival of the royal grounds keeper to haul her way.



Farewell pretty little tree.  Farewell fragrant yellow flowers.  The lovely queen misses you and shall remember you always.



The end.