I think I’d want to be a tree,” I told him, finally.
“A tree? Why’s that?”
“Because. Everyone loves a tree.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “I see.”
“So, what about you? What would you want to be?”
“Well, considering your answer, I suppose I’d want to be a boy, sitting on park bench somewhere beside a tree named Nicole.

Autore: Jennifer DeLucy