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Maple Tree Monologue

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My name is Bob and I am a maple tree. I hate it when people put dagger-looking things in me. Why do the people need that gold, yellowish, sticky stuff anyway? When someone comes near me, I dump my leaves on them. Then the person kicks me! I think people are crazy! Today, some kid was playing with a weird toy, and that toy was pulling my branches. Then, the dagger guy came! I knew in about ten seconds that dagger would make me bleed syrup! Then it started to snow hard. The dagger guy ran away. The snow saved me! Then I realized that I didn’t get stabbed this year. I was so happy. I guess the people aren’t getting my syrup this year.

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