Once upon a time there was a grand, lush-looking forest (if forests can indeed look lush, for it’s not the usual description one would have for a forest, as you’d usually here something along the lines of ‘beautiful’, ‘grand’, ‘lush’, or ‘amazing’, but that’s just my view on it, probably, unless other people share that view, of which then it is not just my view as it is shared with people who aren’t me, thus rendering it a shared view, although in a sense it is still individual as we are not a collective hive mind of people subconsciously taking commands and passing it off as our own decisions [or are we?], because that would be something unexpected, but I digress) that was as big as it was large.

It housed much beauty and serenity, except for the parts that were a beautiful cacophony of animal sounds and caressing breezes passing the thick branches and touching the leaves of the branches that were attached to trees, as there were many trees in every direction that the forest was in whilst contained within the boundaries of the forest at the same time.

It was a deep forest that went for a long distance and it was difficult to not admire it as it was.

The air seemed so clean and fresh in it.
When it was breathed in, it was almost as though one was taking in a large amount of wonder and energy, as you’d feel quite revitalised and energised as you’d admire the wonder of the scenery around you whilst you were in the forest, appreciating the sheer volume of nature that was in it.

People would go to the forest and be there for hours.

Sometimes days.

They’d go there to relax and unwind and just feel as though that there was still real beauty in the world that the cities had somehow managed to forget somehow, because there was a clear detachment from the reality of a concrete landscape that seemed so much real whilst in this mass of nature.

People would feel as though the cities were just some sort of illusion as they paled in comparison to what they would find in the forest.

Although, they would accept the cities for what they were and return, but they would still go to the forest and relax, as well as explore.

Birds would come and live in the forest and various plants could be found, doing their thing there.

There was one time when the forest was in danger of being logged.

Everyone who knew of it banded together to prevent this, and the power of their desire to keep the forest free from logging was so great that it managed to prevent the affair, letting it continue to stand as it was.

One day a dog was walking through the forest when it came across a whale.

“Aren’t you meant to be in the ocean?”, it asked.

The whale eyed the dog and said “yes”.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:00:67

A bit slower than I hoped, but still, faster than yesterday.

So I wrote this in an attempt to give a lengthy and completely pointless lead up to one of my favourite jokes.

Aside from the fact that it doesn’t work at all, it works.

Written from my (new) desk at home.