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A bench was found empty yesterday evening at Weeping Willow Park.
Despite all the trees surrounding it, not one of them attempted to sit down and let the bench do its job—by being a bench for everyone to enjoy.
The nearest weeping willow, upon being asked why it wouldn’t sit down, did not respond. It just kept on weeping… Because it was ashamed of itself for being caught taking a perfectly good park bench for granted and refused to admit it.
So I decided to step in because I wasn’t gonna take that bench for granted. I sat down and enjoyed the scenery.
The birds were singing. The sun was setting. A gentle breeze brushed by, and without being asked for commentary, it whispered, “Hey! You’re sitting on that tree’s dead brother’s face!”