She looks like a tree

c c    She Looks Like A Tree    d d

      Two months passed. My experiment stared to get better. Or I started to feel better of my experiment. I didn’t know which way it was. But that did not matter.

      One day I went out to the site alone. I was in the army suit. The normal clothes probably won’t last longer than a week there. It was pretty noisy. It must be another group of hunters, I thought. There were a lot of “hunters” there during that time of the year. Many of them were in the same suits as mine. I did not understand in such a civilized country, why hunting still exists. Do they really feel good when they pull the trigger? Of course most of the time they were too noisy. A real hunter would never do that. They made sound from half a mile away while I was in my insectaries. I always cursed them getting nothing. And I heard some kids. There were kid hunters too. I could not believe their parents let them go killing at such an age.

      But it was not. It was a group of retarded children, at least from what I can tell. Two adults were leading them into the woods. I guessed they were the teachers. The last child in the line was running around. And he saw me. He had cross-eyes.

      “Look! She looks like a tree!” He shouted.

      Then the whole group turned around and looked at me. “Oh yes, she looks like a tree.” The other children repeated his words. They came to me. And touched my insect net with their little hands.

      “Are you going to catch a lot of mosquito with this?”

      “Yes, I am.” I said.

      “My children, she is a scientist.” One teacher said.

      “What is a scientist?” A little girl asked.

      “A scientist is a person who catches mosquito and watches them.” The teacher said.

      “Yes. I catch a thousand mosquito everyday.”

      “Wow…”

      The kids all looked at me. I was so proud at that moment.

      She looks like a tree. This was the best praise I had gotten for my life.