Hello. I'm a tree. I live in Oakland forest. I have a very weird story to tell you. OK, here goes nothing!

When I was chopped down I had no top. Then I was a tree stump. Then one day this soldier chopped somebody's head off. Then the soldier stuck the head on me.

'Oi!', I shouted.

The man turned around quickly. There was no one there.

'Er..', he mumbled nervously, 'Hello'.

'Oi!', I shouted again.

He looked around in surprise.

'Me?', he asked.

'Yes you!', I shouted, 'over here!'.

He looked down at me. He saw a tree stump with a head on it. He thought the head was talking.

'Ahhh!', he screamed, 'A talking head!'.

He ran screaming into the trees.

Then I had an idea. I could pretend that I was the head, I could then give advice to the passers-by. This put a smile on my invisible face.

Two years of advice-giving followed. Every time I gave advice the people took my advice. Then they ran away screaming.

Then one day a man told King Albert that this head could talk.

'Hmmmm...', he thought, 'Executioners', he then said, 'follow this man and kill him if he is wrong'.

The three men marched towards me.

'Ah! Oh!', I said, 'better keep my mouth shut'.

The man came up to me.

'Talk', the man said.

I didn't talk.

'Talk!', he shouted.

I kept my mouth shut.

'Please talk!', he shouted.

The executioner knocked him over.

'No!', he said, 'give me a minute'.

The executioner chopped his head off.

'Uh! Yuck!', I said.

'Holy macaroni!', the executioner said.

'What's macaroni?', I asked.

The men ran away screaming.

By AK.

6th Class