“I heard someone say ‘better safe than sorry’. Seriously right there in line at the feed store, just as casual as you please ‘better safe than sorry.’”
The tree didn’t say anything.
“And here I’ve been backing the wrong horse all along.”
The tree didn’t say anything, still. Not so much as a bark.
“I mean I could have sworn it was better to be sorry.”
If the tree had fingernails it would have been looking at them, maybe taking a nibble, if the tree had teeth.
“Turns out it’s not much of a pick up line either. ‘Hey baby, I’m sorry’. Of course ‘Hey baby, I’m safe’ wasn’t working for me very well either.”
The tree whistled. Well, ok, that was the wind, but it did whistle through the tree, for all I know the wind asked if it could and since the tree didn’t say anything the wind just assumed that silence was the voice of complicity.
“I guess if we were going by that, and a lot of people do you know, go by pick up lines, neither safe nor sorry is very good. Might as well drop your seed on the ground. Heh, bible joke.”
The tree said even less but with a bit of scorn.
“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I mean, yeah, of course, spilling your seed on the ground is fine if you’re a tree, little acorns mighty oaks and all that. “
The tree dropped a leaf; Maybe it wasn’t on purpose, maybe it wasn’t a commentary. Leaves drop.
“People are kind of particular that way. I don’t mean --- nosy, people are nosy. They get all twisted about where another guy drops his seed. Especially at the feed store, which is kind of funny, and I don’t mean ha-ha funny, because they sell seed there.”
The tree was very stoic, but it probably wanted to get up and leave.
“Ok, be well, and, I guess, if you’re going to believe what you hear at the feed store, don’t be sorry.”
The man left. The tree had no comment.
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