Mar 5, 2011 / Topic Ideas

You’ve got a magic tree: what does it grow?

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  2. My magic tree doesn’t grow anything, it just stands there all day lazily swaying in the wind…

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  4. I had a Magic tree once, well several to be honest. One such experience was an encounter with the Magic Tree Police.

    I was living in Holbeach in the UK at the time when by coincidence there had been an investigation into a sighting of a van which had apparently been used in connection with a bomb plot somewhere locally.

    I was just getting out of the shower when to my horror I spotted a team of Police officers scouring the park behind my house coming in my direction.
    Our fence was broken in several places and it bizarrely looked as though the officers were going to take the shortcut through the garden.

    Out the back of the house I was sharing was a selection of traffic cones that me and my room mate had ‘borrowed’ on our drunken adventures late at night (Holbeach had very little as amusement so we got very drunk – regularly), we we’re probably famous for our traffic cones and chinese food on the way home and two of my prized ‘magic’ trees were growing up against the wall in full view…

    Half naked I dragged them into the house and frantically shredded them into pieces hoping to minimise any potential encounters I might have in the near future.

    Sure enough there was a knock on the kitchen window. I raised my head to see three Police officers stood staring into my kitchen, all looking at me in a rather bemused way as I peered over the sink at them.

    I cautiously opened the door whereby the head officer asked me if it were ok if he and the lads could cut through the garden onto the front street…

    Talk about squeaky bum time, I could hardly keep a straight face and had no idea how guilty I may have looked as they casually awaited my answer.

    “Of course officer” I mumbled in shock as the Officer in charge mused at my collection of cones.

    Just as they were about to turn he smiled cheekily and said in a quiet voice, “Good job me and the boys are on Duty and didn’t see that vegetation your shredding right now, otherwise you’d have more to worry about than the traffic cones…”

    At that he smiled and off they went, chuckling to themselves.

    Without further ado I proceeded to smoke the rest of the evidence in case anyone else were to be visiting later that day.

    Had anyone else come that night, I wouldn’t have cared anyway…

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