The Jinberry Tree
5 August 2005
Ugg wiped the beads of sweat from his brow. Taking a step back, he admired his work. He had just finished tending to his praple tree.
It was a daily chore; he would get up extra early every morning and tend to the praple tree. He would hydrate it with water collected in jugs from the nearby river, he would fertilize the soil at its base with animal feces, and he would prune it with a knife he had fashioned by chipping at a rock until its edges were jagged and sharp. The praple tree grew strong, and as a reward to Ugg for his labor, it would produce the juiciest, tastiest fruit in all the land.
