The Big, Giant Tree From Hell in Paris

It was beginning to get late in the summer and the big, giant tree from Hell had yet to make his vacation plans for the year. He wanted to go somewhere really evil, somewhere where maybe he could get a few tips on being mean and nasty. Well the big, giant tree from Hell had heard all sorts of rumors about the French being very rude and decided this would be the year he would see how accurate those rumors really were. So the very next day the big, giant tree from Hell packed his bags and headed off for France. To avoid being gone for too long, the big, giant tree from Hell decided to just visit Paris, the place, hopefully, where the meanest and nastiest of the French would be. When the big, giant tree from Hell entered the country he was immediately harassed by a border patrol officer. "Qui etes vous?" barked the officer at the big, giant tree from Hell several times. Not knowing any French the big, giant tree became aggravated and melted the officer's skull. The big, giant tree from Hell then set out to see the city. As he walked down the streets of Paris, the big, giant tree from Hell occasionally spit fire and burned buildings to the ground but never really saw anyone being mean. The people were just running and screaming. What kind of a place was this? The big, giant tree from Hell decided the next French person he saw he would talk to instead of killing. Maybe he could find out what was going on. Just about that time the big, giant tree turned around to see one of his nemesis's the big, giant Leaf from Hell. "What are you doing here big, giant tree from Hell? France is my turf!" growled the big, giant Leaf from Hell. The big, giant tree from Hell then remembered the agreement signed by the big, giant things from Hell that mapped out the world and gave different geographic regions to different big, giant things from Hell. Oops, the big, giant tree from Hell had over stepped his bounds. The moral of this vacation story: You shouldn't melt people's skulls unless you are in your own allotted geographic region or you might upset someone else who rightly deserved to melt that person's skull.