I felt my branches, and I was sad to find that a lot of my pop had disappeared like a magic trick. Later that day, I heard Julie and John crunching through the woods. Through a part in the bushes, Julie and John stepped out. I was more careful this time when they came. They looked at me with blank stares.
Sharing is a good thing to do.
They didn't listen to me, and it happened again. This time, I sent some birds to find out where they had gone. Everyone was sad about the choice I had made. This is how I came to be a wonderful, wonderful maple tree.