The Spikes on the Tree
That bank manager with a glass. Yes, thats him. He looks real cool and calm in everything he does. However, there is one thing that makes him tumble everything of him down that is loneliness. It strikes right down his core that he is haunted with many nightmares day and night. He used to be a really bright kid and extremely famous in his school. In fact, he used to be everything everyone dreams of. After working in the bank and becoming a manager, he changed. Now, he has a porcupine and a fly. He always thinks of these two animals eventhough he knows they are animals and do not have feelings in them. Well, the porcupine and the fly in fact has feelings in them although they can't show them out. So, this bank manager cares and feeds the porcupine and the fly without being tired because now he has put all his hope on these two animals to find for butterflies next time. There is also this newspaper boy who always deliver newspaper at the front of his door. The bank manager is also close to him and love him too, but not as much as his love towards his animals. So comes the problem. The porcupine is always going round and round. He can't stop unless he curls himself up to form a tiny ball of pins. In his tiny ball, thats the place where he will enjoy himself the most and have time to think of the ones around him. However, thats also what the manager does not like about the porcupine. He says, "Porcupine!Don't curl yourself up and leave me alone standing here like a fool! People will think that I'm standing with a sharp pin ball!". So, the porcupine tries to curl himself only when he is not needed by the manager which is very tiring. Then, he thinks to himself, "Why can't my master have spikes like i have and curl up with me too so he will know how comfortable it is?" He sat down and cried silently wishing there is someone, a mature porcupine to advice him of what to do the best and the fly. The fly is no help either. Sometimes when he sees the porcupine crying, he will console him but else, when he is in a bad mood, he will just dump all his faeces onto the porcupine. So sometimes the porcupine will use one of his spikes to poke him and forget about it. The fly likes to fly around obviously.He likes to find out with his many eyes what is nice around him. However, after landing on countless contagious rubbish and all, he got a sickness which cannot be cured unless he can lick his own forehead. He can't though due to his short tongue. So every once in a while, the fly will go amok and fly around without caring anything at all. That adds to the porcupine's misery because when he does that, he will not have any reason to have the chance to try on his poking skill. So, the porcupine goes towards the newspaper boy whether he can poke on his newspapers. Same as what the manager said, the boy doesn't let him to and asks him to cut off his spikes and grow them out when he is off age. The porcupine is stunned and acted like he didn't hear what the boy had just said. It hurts him to his core because he is a porcupine! How can he ever pretend to be a porcupine without having spikes on his back? So, he ignored. The porcupine walks around and around looking for a nice spot to curl himself up. At last, he found the most comfortable spot right under a big tree.
He curls up.
