"Sink your roots into the ground"

If you need answers- sometimes its best to search.


I decided that if I was going to find the answers, that I was searching for, I would need to go look for them.
I could not wait any longer.
The time had come.
And so my story began last night, when I could not sleep.
It was a windy night, and the skys full moon had mysterous shadows that danced on the ground. I thought that I heard noises coming from the forest, so I decided it was best to go check it out.
The bedroom window was open just enough for me to slip out, and so very quitely I climbed out onto the ledge of the roof, and with a leap, I jumped down to the ground below.
This was a new experience for me to go out on my own,,,, sometimes,,, there is always a first.
I headed down the road, and through the woods, deep into the forest, to where I thought the noise was coming from. I ran as fast as I could.
I ran so hard that soon I was tired, so I sat down on a huge root that was sticking out of the soil.
All of a sudden the ground shook, and I fell off the root and tumbled into some soft moss that just happpened to be right there. Just as I was shaking myself off, a voice came from what looked to me, to be a talking tree. Not only was this tree talking, but it was leaning so much, that I thought it might fall over.
"Oh", I said to the tree, "I am Tweedles, and you must be Methuseulal. I have heard my mommy talk so much about you. You are the oldest tree in the forest, and look how huge you are! It would take at least 55 pugs to reach their arms around you! "
As I stood gazing up , Methuseulal reached one of his soft branches down to where I stood on the ground. With a soft, gentle voice, he said "hang on, little one". With one big swoop, he swooped me to the top of the tree.
He had very big eyes. Methuseulal cradled me very carefully in his arms, as he asked me "Well little one, what brings you out on a windy night like this, here in this dark forest.?"
"Well, to be honest", I said shyly, "I heard about you - you are the oldest tree in the woods, and I heard how everyone thinks you might be falling soon.
You might fall because your leaning so badly." And I have been a little worried especially hearing that sound in the forest. "
As I said these word, I felt a big sway. The branches bounced back and forth, and up and down and we rocked, and then everything was still!
"Don't worry Tweedles,,,, I was just stretching my roots. That is what keeps me standing tall in the forest,,,, is to strech your roots and hang on.
My day to fall has not come yet. No one knows when that will be.
" Who can say,,,, I wondered. ? Do we really need to know?


The words seemed to be just what I was searching for. I listened to some forest storys for a while, but then I was getting a little sleepy. By now I was worried about how I was going to get back home and into my bed.
"Hoot, hoot, hoot"....I looked up , and who do ya think came over and sat right beside me? It was my old owl friend Owlbert. He said "come one Tweedles, hop onto my back, put your paws around my neck and I will take you home." I did just what Owlbert said. I wrapped my paws deep into his feathers, layed my head on his soft warm head, and with a big swoop into the air, we were flying above the tree tops. We almost touched the moon.
Owlbert landed on the open window ledge of my bedroom, and I slid off. Owlbert gave a little wink, and then was gone.
I quicky jumped onto the bed and slipped under the blankys- just as if I had been there all night.




I will never forget the words of Methusula when he told me the secret is to stretch your roots, and just cause your leaning- does not mean you will fall soon. I am glad to hear that.
I can sleep better now.
And so everyone-
Nitey nite
love
tweedles