My name is Fineling. Sometimes I wish I could feel the world around me more but it’s hard because of my bark. It tickles when squirrels climb up me, and I love that badgers dig under me to make their homes. I’ve watched this place change lots, there is always something going on. I like spring the best because I get to grow then. But I don’t think I’ll get to grow much more because they’re going to cut me down. I wish they weren’t, because I want to be big enough for children to climb.

Fineling’s story was written by Oliver, aged 11

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