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Hugo Wallace the Hummingbird was a well-adjusted hummingbird. Of the purple variety. He was a good bird he was, he drank his nectar without spilling it, he was kind to the other hummingbirds, inviting them in for a glass of chilled nectar when they were thirsty and most of all, his wings were constantly beating at speeds well beyond the iris capacity of man.
It was therefore, not his fault that he wasn't informed about the tree. Not just a tree. The tree.
It was apparently quite well known among the local hummingbirds. They never ventured too near the tree. The tree that stood on the grounds of that big castle thingy.
Every one knew about the castle thingy, of course. There were many tales about it. Fantastic tales. Even the non-humming variety of birds knew about it. Well, actually the chickens and the turkeys knew the most. They had often been there, watching the humans in there have dinner. Actually, they were the dinner.
Christmas, and all other festive occasions were a bleak time for the birds. No one dared venture near the tree or the castle thingy. It was too dangerous.
Last year, William and Theodore, the two adolescent ducks that lived in the lake, had dared each other to walk into the castle thingy on December 24th.
That was the last time they were seen. Except when Tom the crow had seen a Theodore-shaped ribcage on the garbage.
On a nice and cold morning, Hugo had flown towards the dark forest that lay on the border of the grounds. No one bird dared enter there either, not since that big ugly bird with horse legs had entered it. An ugly creature it was. A Hippygib or something.
Anyway, Hugo didn't know about the tree, so was blissfully unaware of the danger as he drew closer and closer to it. He was humming a rather nice tune, as he stopped by a buttercup to drain its juice. A very nice tune; it sounded nice and tromboney. Or something of that sort.
Hummingbirds weren't very good with long-term memory.
He had seen the tree of course, and had wondered whether his eyes had deceived him when he thought he saw a big branch move towards him.
When his little hummingbird brain did realise that it had moved, it was too late.
"Splat!" went the tree as it squashed Hugo Wallace the Hummingbird.
THE END.