In a world where people sneeze, there were Kleenex trees.
But when the trees grow too tall and the tall people look small, they leave the tree be.
One day a boy named The Wheezer cut a tree down. And right when he did a little creature came out of the ground.
"I am the Kleenex. I speak for the trees. They beg you to stop cutting them please!"
"But we need something to sneeze in! We can't sneeze into our elbow or arm! That could spread germs and cause great harm!"
"Well, that's too bad for you! If you cut down another I'll show you what I'll do!"
The Wheezer was unfazed by the threat and chopped down another to see what he'd get.
The Kleenex was unhappy. Mocked this way! The Kleenex changed history that very day.
He put his hands in the air and shouted,"Achoo!" and the trees were covered in disgusting goo!
He concentrated hard with all his might. Then the Kleenex farted and went into flight.
A stone was left in his place. A stone that said: In your face!
R&R!