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Fifty Words Story: Gratitude

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His stomach growled. Scurrying past a dead tree, he heard moaning. He peered into a large fissure and saw a beautiful hamadryad who reached for him. As their fingertips brushed, she collapsed, turning into a pile of acorns. Sadness gave way to gratitude as the starving squirrel stuffed his cheeks.

 

A hamadryad, according to Greek mythology, is a nymph that lives in the forest. Bonded to a certain tree, the hamadryad dies along with the tree.

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      • I’m very aware of them, mostly because of reading tons of mythology books growing up and of course I never get the scene out of my head in Disney’s Hercules of Phil chasing dryad everywhere. Xp

        No worries on being kind to trees. The above aside, I work in business of trees and their well being you might say. It is literally in my job description.

        Cheers! ^_^

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    • Ah, have I told you lately that I love you? I wish you were my next door neighbor; I would scare you everyday! That’s how much I adore you. 😆 Katy is very near and dear to my heart. I’m sure she saw many fantastic things on her journey. Thank you for those sweet words, Oggy. 💝

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  21. Hamadryads were new to me. Thanks for a sweet new twist on generous trees.

            *Gifts from an Old Oak*
                    Acorn stew tonight?
                    No, let them feed squirrels or
                    grow to be old oaks.

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