A Short Play About A Tree and Dave

[There’s A TREE. A rather beautiful tree, actually. It’s approximately 400 years old and showing no signs of withering. Just imagine how many leaves this tree has said goodbye to and hello to over that time. Its bark is thick and wise. The branches reach up and out, offering the entire planet a hug as a thank you for giving it life, purpose and chance to dance in the wind, play in the snow, relax in the sun, grow in the rain. The tree is happy, content, excited for the future. DAVE sits under the tree and starts wanking.]

[Curtain]

Carl Burkitt 2025

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