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. He immediately stepped into the mud
to get to the center, but the farther he went, the deeper his
legs went into the mud. At one point the mud came nearly
up to his knees, and he could hardly walk. But he pressed
on, thinking only of his darling Petal lying buried in the
mud.
Then, as he neared the center of the pond, Aron noticed
something odd. There, right where he meant to dig, was a
tiny green plant shoot. Or rather two tiny green plant shoots.
They were entwined delicately about each other. And before
Aron could pull his right leg from the mud, those two green
shoots, right before his eyes, began to grow.
In a matter of moments, they transformed into long,
elegant tree saplings, both still entwined about each other.
But they didn't stop there.
They continued to grow toward the sun, their trunks
thickening as they grew. And as they did so, they encircled
each other. They put out ever more branches, tiny leaves,
and even some reddish fruit that hung in clusters.
Soon, what had been two delicate shoots only moments
before were now two sturdy trees in full-grown glory, their
thick, nearly merged trunks coiled around each other, their
roots bulging from the mud, their lofty crowns meshed and
arching over the entire width of what had been the pond
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