If I had written the ending to "The Giving Tree"
"I'm tired," the boy said.
"Well, you can cut me down and make a chair of my wood," said the tree, who had already given the boy it loved its fruit, shade and limbs.
So the boy did, but the tree fell on the boy and crushed him to death.
"Take that, you ungrateful prick," said the tree.
"Well, you can cut me down and make a chair of my wood," said the tree, who had already given the boy it loved its fruit, shade and limbs.
So the boy did, but the tree fell on the boy and crushed him to death.
"Take that, you ungrateful prick," said the tree.