"Y is for Yorick whose head was knocked in"
Yorick is one those kids, that maybe many have those unexplained oddities that in some way or form, gives a town, a city, likely just a whole country that has this stamp that defines them. It is just unexplainable at times, of how something that doesn't natural. That's what Yorick thought at times, something such as the tree that was cut, but would not fall. The boy just didn't understand why this tree was something worth speaking about.
What made unclaimed nature worth it all, something so small for something as big as that tree is the talk of the town. So low class really, the neighborhood of unintelligence manures, which would believe in anything that involved making everyone important. Best in thought of just doing it themselves, that's how all should do it, being able to make one own person be noticed. Not by things that can't explain, for that is cheating at its best, masticating away at the center core of thought.
None of this made sense to Yorick, it was just a tree, cut, dried, and dying. Matter of time, that tree of unknown famous following will finally fall, leaving his hometown fameless. Letting them build their own way of being noticed, that simple, make the problem go away. Wouldn't take much, all Yorick would have to do, is just do something to tip.
Yet, the one thing Yorick knew about the tree, nothing by all means by the lumberjacks could ever knocked down the tree. All their methods failed, making the tree even stronger, to never really fall. For all of that said, it meant little in the long run, it is just a cut tree that had the future of being plucked from the roots and be make for something.
Could that has been it, the lumberjacks gave up too soon, seeing that maybe the house or shop that needed this tree, wasn't needed to where it just stood there. Could that be it, was Yorick seeing what he wished his hometown was like, strong will and used what was given. The town and tree want to be needed for small things, wanted for something of big cause, and was that all it?
The answer is right there, waiting to be shown for what it is, why not act out for it. But for what could be enough, to act that motion out, just how is to do? Just how could it happen, just how? Frustration is damn, Yorick at that second wanted this to be over, and in a flash he kicks the tree. Blistering the thoughts, on what could be useful for this tree, to shut up the town of this stupid uproar. But what, just what could it be?
Yorick kicks it again, wanting his mind to clear out for more thoughts to come, to just be able to figure this. Again, the child just kicks the tree, for the soul of it had run dry long ago, it was time to move on. Maybe for that innocent thought, it came across his mind that maybe the tree now, being the last one in the area, didn't want to die alone.
Now, it made sense, childish to most, but to Yorick it all came clear. So he follows through, pleading in his mind that he'll join the tree. No one would miss one of the lonely parentless children. One less mouth to feed in the town, so why not save them the trouble, and just do it now with just ending it all.
Yorick would keep kicking the tree, pleading in mind before finally pleading out loud, finally though the creaking from faulty bark cracks under masses weight. Keep to his word, Yorick stayed in line with the falling trunk, in seconds Yorick would go down as well. Maybe for a moment, someone kind will make a cross or coffin out of the tree for him.
Being useful, for all the right reasons, than just using the unknown to get anywhere; for it just doesn't work like that.