There once was a happy little tree. It lived in the middle
of the forest, surrounded by other happy little trees. But this happy little
tree couldn’t join in the happiness of the other happy little trees. This happy
little tree was a secret. Its Creator had decreed that no one could know about
this happy little tree. The other happy little trees saw it, but they couldn’t
acknowledge its existence due to the proclamation from their Creator. The
Creator’s name was Bob Ross, and, although he seemed nice, he was actually a
vindictive megalomaniac. The happy little tree lived in isolation. Even though
it was surrounded by other happy little trees, it could not communicate with
them and they could not communicate with it. Not only that, but it couldn’t
even express its grief, for Bob Ross had also decreed that it should remain
forever a happy little tree and never show its profound sadness. So the happy
little tree put a brave face on its misery and despair and eventually died of
Dutch elm disease.
THE END
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