Once upon a time, a pumpkin plant grew near an old Oak tree. The tree was huge, its roots deep buried in the past. The pumpkin plant grew fast in full bloom; white and yellow flower buds, round and orange pumpkins and lush green leaves dancing in the spring breeze.
When the pumpkin plant reached the prime of its youth, it spoke to the old Oak tree. ‘You're so old", it said, “it must have taken you centuries to grow. You are so outdated.
l doubt one even likes you or takes pleasure in your sight. You occupy so much space and what do you offer to nature and humans in return? We are the food and the fruit now. We grow in no time and look what a sight to see. ” The old Oak tree remained silent.
Autumn came. The old Oak tree spoke. ‘Au revoir', it said to the pumpkin plant whose leaves were now withered and pumpkins preserved for Halloween by the local farmers. What remained was washed away by the harsh winter rains and dark winds.
There was no sign of the plant anymore. The old Oak tree was there, waiting to be green again.
