Free Range by Bill Whitehead for January 07, 2022

It is secretly a wheel of "Limb"urger.

“Yes.  Let go of me!”

Oh God, I wish I’d been born a cactus!

You’re Barking up the wrong tree fella

Distant, wooden, head in the clouds . . . it’s over, isn’t it?

“Only after you stop polluting our environment will I hug you back.” Something like that

Well … I wood, but then you wood not want to stop. It’s better for me to just leave it at that.

I’m leaving you.

You can always tell something is wrong when the person you are hugging remains rigid…

Please……”leave” me alone!

“Well, one of us is a stiff, unbending stick in the mud. The other is a tree.”

Oakward moment.

Yeah. You’re an idiot.

“Get your …. outta my knot hole!”

The tree’s a bit squirrelly.

I ain´t an ent.

Yes. You are a fool. I am just a tree. I can provide shade, build things, provide heat – and I am a RENEWABLE resource.

He isn’t ex-tree-mly happy to hugs ya.

he wants to put down roots and the tree’s just not ready…

He’s no human hugger.