Paul L.

Nature

The chirping birds in the distance in the early morning, with the sun not even rising.

The swaying of the creek, where the fish fly, if the laws of physics don’t apply to them.

The sleeping wolf pups in their den.

The early-rising gazelles’ clicking hooves against the soft green grass, as if they were clapping.

The foxes peacefully jog by a rabbit hole, with its occupants sleeping.

The robins teaching their young to fly.

The eagles fly by the wild turkeys.

The bear swims across the creek with his salmon in his mouth.

The trees smile with glee.

The rocks shine brighter than the sun in the moonlight.

The Ranger swiftly runs toward the log cabin, which he owns, thus completing his jog.

A mysterious man came at 2:00 in early dawn in a tuxedo, walks and talks to the Ranger of the beautiful forest.

The Ranger nods his head.

The mysterious man runs out the entrance of the cabin.

The man comes back two hours later with several others, both male and females.

They build another two cabins.

Then several more.

More cabins were built.

More trees were cut down.

More animals left the supposed forest.

More trash polluted the forest.

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Those construction workers built cabins for families.

Those cabins forced animals out of their homes, and littered on the land.

Those animals left the park. Soon, all of them left, the people who caused it left, too, and the woodlands became a wasteland of trash.