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Devanté J Hamilton I devante.hamilton@pcc.edu October 28, y Professor Woodbury rachelle.woodbury@pcc.edu Writing Assignment Week 2 There once lived a king, who ruled a vast kingdom. His kingdom was the largest realm the world had ever seen. At the base of the highest peak of the tallest mountains on earth was the capital. The city covered the entire hill and was built into the face of the mountain. The royal city was built on seven walled levels, culminating in the c itadel at the summit. The city walls were made of pearly white marble inlaid with gold and precious stones, which made the capital shine bright like a diamond in the sunlight and twinkle like the North Star in the moonlight. The sev- enth and innermost level—citadel—housed the royal palace built only with finest woods, stone, and precious metals. His majesty’s throne had a commanding view of the lower vales and the surrounding dense forest that was home to many exotic species of animals and vegetation . One night, the king had a frightful dream. He dreamt that while riding his horse through the forest, a south wind called: “Beware of falling trees! Beware of falling trees!” Though the trees were beautiful and waved gently in the wind, the king was frightened. He turned his horse and galloped out of the forest. The next morning the king ordered his citizens to cut down all the trees in the kingdom. “We do not want the trees to fall down and hurt our children,” he reasoned. “We will remove the forest and grow our agriculture and build suburbs instead.”

The people liked the king’s idea, for now they had their pick of the finest wood in the for- est to build houses and furniture, and the rest of the trees were sold at handsome prices to neigh- boring kingdoms. Once all of the trees were cut down, the king felt happy — and relieved. But the people grew unhappy. They missed the trees, which had provided work for loggers and carpenters, and homes for song birds and the other animals. Although they sadly missed their work, they missed the animals most of all. Soon after the trees were gone, a dry south wind began to blow. It blew day after day. The crop field began to wither and die. People huddled helplessly in their houses watching the wind uproot their gardens and scatter the dead plants across the land. The land laid waste with desert sand. The king was worried. He called for his horse and rode through the fields to inspect the damage. There were no more trees to break the fury of the wind. As the wind blew faster, it swept withered plants, sand, and soil past the king, who watched dumbly as his kingdom blew northward. Lost in clouds of dust and drifting sand, fatigue overcame the king. Nodding asleep in the saddle, he heard the south wind call: “Beware of falling trees! Beware of falling trees!”

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