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The Tree of Evil
by The Huntress
"Don't cry, Sammy. I'll take care of it, I swear." Seven year old Dean smiled at his little brother, walked over to the wood pile and picked up the hatchet. He went down the street and faced the evil monstrosity. "You don't look so big and bad." He swung the hatchet and was bonked on the head by numerous objects before the tree fell over. Finding what he was looking for, he walked back over to Sammy and held the toy out to him, a grin on his face. “Here’s your kite, Sammy. That tree won’t eat it ever again.”
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