He had lots of friends now, bees, butterflies, birds, squirrels that came to eat his fruits or drink nectars from his flowers.
He used to hear their stories, the stories they exchanged with each other, their gossips, talks. But his favorite friend was Tinni.
Because she was the only one that talked with him.
She had so much to tell him, about her school friends, about small things that has happened and big ones too.
She used to spend her free hours under him, with a book or drawing book. He used to gently wave his branches like fan whenever it was hot.
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