Never Trust a Nut

Carried high above the trees the nut slipped from the moral grip of a bird’s beak. whooish if fell clunck- pop it hit and landed between to two ancient bricks the little nut prayed a little nuts prayer to the wall that cradled and held him there. My Savior, my savior your bells has god’s grace your walls high and thick let me stay in this place. Protect me and keep me from the fat ground below from the fallen leaves and the harbinger hoe I vow to you, please spare me this doom and content until death I shall live in this room. Moved by compassion he decided OK where he has fallen the young nut can stay. In a short time the nut split in two his roots snaked the walls and weakened it glue. His shoots shot right out of that little hole and covered the bell who’s praises he tolled. The nuts twisted roots grew thicker and tore at each ancient stone from the wall where it bore. Stricken with grief the wall bewailed it’s state and soon fell apart for it was too late.