"Once apon a time… there was a tree, a tree that would —"

"Grandpa you always tell this story can't you tell me another?" sighed the boy.

"The reason I tell this story is because it a important story." Said the old man solemnly. But in reply the young boy sighed and waited quietly for the old man to continue, "Now where was I… ah, yes the beginning then…" the old man cleared his throat and began the story, "Once apon a time there was a tree… a tree that would blot out the sun with it's great canopy… a tree so large it would take a thousand men holding hand to hand to wrap around it."

"Wow," said the boy monotonely. "A very big tree."