It's Not a Baobab

Did you see Nelson?”

“No. Did you see a Baobab?”

“No.”

When fifty-three found fifty-two in the middle of the field they both were very happy to have each other to talk to. They chatted for some time. They confided in each other about their feet being tired, about their worries over Nelson’s disappearance, about being hungry. And then one said to the other what echoed in both their hearts,

“It’s time to go.”

They took the trail back to where they could see the big green bush; then they hurried toward the edge of the field. When they came close to it they stopped to rest for a few minutes. After a while fifty-two whispered,

“Did you see anything suspicious just before we stopped walking?”

“What do you mean by suspicious?”

“Look. Something is sitting at the place where the grass is growing.”

Fifty-three turned around and saw it. A golden something. Right by the patch of green.

“It can’t be a Baobab. It doesn’t have a proper trunk. A Baobab has a trunk. And limbs. And leaves, I think.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not a Baobab, but where did it come from? It wasn’t there when we walked across the green spot.”

They looked at each other and suddenly they were scared. They ran as fast as they could without looking back.