This is just some thoughts I had after reading chapter seven of To Kill A Mockingbird. I haven't read any farther, so I know it's probably wrong. But this is what I thought of. I hope you enjoy it.
Mr. Radley said that the tree was dyin'. It can't be dyin'. Not our tree. Not Boo Radley's tree. I knew it had been Boo Radley tryin' to talk to us through that tree. I ain't got the slightest clue why, but I knew it.
The tree looked as healthy as a racehorse. A' course, so did Boo Radley 'til he stabbed his Daddy with them scissors. I betcha Boo Radley seemed healthy now too, if he wasn't stuffed up the chimney. I've gotta queer feeling that Mr. Radley's lyin' about that tree.
I could ask Atticus. Atticus'll tell me that I was right, and that the tree's not dyin', and that Mr. Radley can take the cement out of his tree straight away. Atticus told me that the tree looked fine, but that Mr. Radley knows his tree better'n we do.
This upset me. Mr. Radley knows Boo better'n we do. Boo Radley'd look fine to someone like Atticus, who doesn't know Boo. Like he doesn't know Mr. Radley's tree. Mr. Radley knows Boo like he knows his tree. That tree ain't the only thing dyin'.
Boo Radley was dying. I knew it. Mr. Nathan Radley had told me. Just not in so many words.