BorchardtT1213

Pride,**Adventure**, mountain, worms, lunch box, calculate, hair, nostril, defiant, ugly, cross eyed, abyss, hand, balloons, baboons, desk, cashews, spanish, mexican, haunted house, stretchy, fluffy,back, wings, nails, story, ice king, princesses, brainstorm, water, school, prison, (Character) wants (goal) because (motivation), but (conflict). (A mom named Tree) wants (to find her children) because (she misses them), but ( a cross eyed doctor stole them). Climax: The doctor starts to operate/kill on the children but Tree kills the doctor

-- Three days. It has been three days since I last saw my four children. They went out the other day to collect some spring water, to pour on my thirsty roots and still haven't returned. So I lift up my tired and achy roots and set off to find them.

The first hour was probably the worst. The wind was howling and a storm was surly coming my way. By the time I finally reached the spring I couldn’t feel my roots anymore. They were freezing cold, and all scraped up from the bumpy, unforgiving forest ground. I could feel my strength and determination return as I slid into the warm stream. I could feel the water spreading up my trunk, through my branches, and into my leaves. I haven’t felt this good in years. Just as I started to truly enjoy the water I remembered what I had set out to do, and continued my journey.

I could tell my children were here. I could faintly smell Kate’s finger nail scented perfume, and Zoe’s Mexican scented shampoo. I could even smell Laurie and Steve’s drawstring backpacks. They had been here. I passed through the spring, over the rolling hills of hair, over the worm mountain, and through the snail forest. All the while my children’s scent was growing stronger and stronger. And then I spotted it. The eyelid abyss. It had aged quite a bit since I had been there last, but the feel hadn’t changed a bit. This is where my children are, I realized.

As I began climbing down the latter I began to hear echoes of laughs and screams. I recognized all of them. As I reached the bottom of the eyelid abyss I found myself in a waiting room. I walked right up to the purple receptionist and demanded an appointment with the doctor. After a few minutes of waiting the Cross-eyed Doctor emerged from the thirty foot tall door. “Hello Tree” he spat at me with a glare. “Good evening Parker” I replied “Where are my children?” The Doctor led me to his office, where I found all four of my children strapped to an operating table. “Cut them loose!” I demanded. But the Doctor didn’t pay one bit of attention. He was already picking a favorite tool to operate with. I tried to walk, but my roots were caught in some sticky substance. He was leaning towards my children with a scalpel. I leaned forward and reached my branches toward the tool table. He lifted the tool behind his head. I picked up a knife. He swung his arm down. I swung my branch down.

The doctor hit the floor with a loud thud, as his breathing began to slow and his skin began to fade. I looked around and found a switch, which sucked up all of the sticky substance that my feet were stuck in. I rushed towards my children, unstrapped them from the table and scooped all of their squishy bodies up in my branches for a hug. After adventuring back home in the dark I realized that they were all already asleep, and there would be no need to make dinner. As I tucked them all in, warming them with my leaves, I slowly drifted off to sleep as well.