My name is Beehorn. In the morning I see children racing down to school and ducks and swans going up and down in lakes. I let the birds climb on my branches. I let them make nests in my leaves. People like to stick posters on me, and I like it when they do that. People and birds come to me to have a look. Insects use me for homes and shelter. I hope that I do not get chopped down because we help all animals and people, and I help Rainbranch, Greynut, Whistletip and Moonring. They are all my friends.

Beehorn’s story was written by Emily, aged 9

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