The Angry Snowflake.text

Once upon a time there was a tree in a forest who felt all alone. 

Or did he? He wasn't sure what he felt. 

It was either that he was there, and he didn't know it or didn't care about it. He couldn't make up his mind. partly because he didn't know if it was his to make up, or if it was even there.

Whilst he was busy pondering these questions a snowflake landed on one of his branches.

"Hey get out of the way, I'm try to fall over here!" shouted the little snowflake.

"What?" said the tree, not sure of where the sound had come from.

"I'm trying to get down to the snow down there" said the snowflake, pointing towards the fresh snowfall below.

A little confused the tree said "I don't want to be part of your conspiracy theory. What has any of this got to do with me?"

 "Yes I understand." the snowflake grumbled.... "I know you didn't mean it, but I'm stuck here and can you shake your branch a bit?"  The tree shook his head, then thinking better of it, shook his branch, tutting under his breath.

 And the snowflake thought back to his dream , of him being a little water droplet and how at times all the other water droplets would become him and he'd become a bigger drip. They'd be him and he'd be them. Although thinking about it, some were probably girls. 

"Thanks old fella" shouted the snowflake as he tumbled free, realising that probably wasn't the best term to have used in that situation. 

The tree huffed and dozens more snowflakes flurried out from his needles.