Once upon a time in a castle far far away stood a tree. It was an angry tree. A tree that cared little for what people thought of it. It just stood there and grew.
Until one day…when a troubled boy walked up to it and sat under it enjoying the shade. Even though it was raining, so it was really more shelter than shade. Stupid boy.
The tree felt a sharp piercing in its side. This hurt the tree and made it angrier. The stupid boy was engraving something into its bark. The tree tried to bend over to see what the boy was writing but couldn't bend far enough.
When the boy saw the tree bending over he was frightened that the tree was going to break so he tried to get away from it. Just as the boy was standing up a tree branch clotheslined him and hit him square in the chest.
The stupid boy lay in the rain for hours. No one came to look for him.
Night fell and the boy still lay there. The tree had stopped trying to look at what the boy had written in it but didn't bother giving the unconscious boy any cover from the rain either. Heck, the tree even leaned away from the boy to avoid any accidental shelter from the rain.
The tree was feeling very good about itself. The boy was getting punished for carving in it and he'd most likely catch a cold too. The tree started humming and swaying in the rain. The rain felt good after all this time. The air was rumbling and the sky full of dark thunderclouds.
There was a crackle and then a loud bang. The air was sickly sweet. Another crackle and suddenly the tree felt alive and buzzing. There was sudden light everywhere that seemed to last forever. The tree could feel every particle of itself as if it was on fire. It wouldn't stop and the tree couldn't do anything about it.
Karma is a bitch, thought the tree when the lightning had finally stopped electrocuting it. The tree felt charred. It looked down at the stupid boy who was still unconscious and not even touched by the lightning because he was lying down. The tree cursed its tallness and wished to be a sapling again. It had been the tallest thing on the horizon when the lightning had struck.
Hours passed and the tree wallowed in self-pity. It knew it would never be the same tree again. It hung its branches in discontent and looked down at its charred leaves on the ground.
The boy was slowly waking up; he raised his head to look around and was shocked at the appearance of the tree. It was charred, leafless, and there was a large split down the bark. The boy felt sorry for the tree. He felt somehow that it was his fault that this had happened to the tree.
He walked up to three once again, took out his carving knife and carved "I'm sorry" into the bark. He then transformed into a dog and scampered away.
The End.
A/N: hehehe...I know you liked it. Review!
Props to raspberrypolarbear for the punchline!