The little girl didn't know trees; she thought they were just standing still, with branches like arms, but not touching anything. She didn't even go near one, until that fine morning came by. Her grandfather took her to the farm, where she met not one but a lot! Learning their names as they walk along, she stopped by the one named hero. Asking "why granpa, why hero?" She wanted the story to be told, Joyful as the girl insisted, grandpa started telling the story, of a tree named hero. If you would like to know why, like the little girl thereby, come on now, sit tight, let's read the story and learn why.
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