The Maple Tree

Greetings Kiddies and welcome back into my CASTLE for this NINETH EERIE-ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE!  Your Pal, CREEPS, is picking STRAWSCARIES in the local FEAREST ha-ha-ha-ha!  Speaking of the great OUTGORES, here's a tale of a tree's BARK BEING WORSE THAN ITS BITE!
A boy ran to a maple tree in the warm-springtime of 1902, down, in northeastern-Tennessee.  The boy sat down undereath it and played: "Oh, Susannah!" on his banjo.  When he finished playing the song, the boy heard and saw the  leaves rustling on the maple.  A small, whispery-voice called to him saying: "that was a nice song boy!".  "Howdy?" the boy asked in response, looking around.  He got no reply, so he got up and ran off.  He returned a month later, staring up, at the long, winding-branches.  The boy was eating an apple and soon the leaves on the maple began rustling again.  "Hello boy" the same small, whispery-voice called to him.  He looked straight ahead to the tree.  The boy leaned forward.  "Yes come closer please" the voice said to the boy.  When the boy's nose touched the bark of the maple, he noticed that it was not a regular tree.  But a creature. 
The maple tree blinked little, bright-green eyes on its trunk.  The hollow-hole in its trunk, seemed to have jagged-teeth of bright-green from within it.  "Please, won't you feed me boy?" the maple tree-creature asked him, in the small, whispery-voice.  "Y'all were who was callin' me!!" the boy replied.  Suddenly, the creature growled a deep-growl and thrashed its limbs around, as it moved the hole in its trunk, revealing it to be its mouth.  Tree sap mixed with dark-green slime dripped out of its mouth and out from in between its bright-green, jagged-teeth.  The boy screamed and ran.  
Heh-Heh!  It's too bad the boy had to go, because that creature didn't really want him to LEAVE.  However, it did ask him to GO OUT ON A LIMB for it hee-hee.