Caleb clenched his fists and stomped away from
the camp of white geodesic domes that had been home
for the past two weeks on this primitive, unexplored
planet. Digging around in the dirt and taking plant
samples with his father and the botanical research
team was not how he wanted to spend his summer
vacation. And as if that wasn't bad enough, his
father had to go and embarrass him in front of the
staff by telling him to stay out of the forest and to
be careful what he touched; as if he were five instead
of fifteen. His face flushed at the remembered
incident and he kicked a rock, scuffing the soil into
puffs of grey dust. There was nothing to do here --
nothing here, but a bunch of boring plants.
A patch of green-dappled fleshy flowers clicked
and clucked, leaning toward him on waist-high stalks
as he passed by. He picked up a stick and whacked at
the buds, sending pollen and petals cascading to the
ground and the stalks swayed away to clear a path for
him, their clicking turning to an angry buzz.
When the ten white domes had shrunk to the size
of small stones and he'd passed the field of buzzing
flowers, he stopped and shoved his fists into his
pockets, his mood becoming darker by the minute as he
surveyed the landscape. In the middle of a field of
grass tufts and stones that abutted a dense forest, a
single leafless tree the height of a twelve year old
child stood perched on a rock, branches uplifted like
a person basking in the sun.
Caleb scowled and swinging his stick overhead,
he hurled it at the lone tree. He watched in
surprise as the tree collapsed, branches and trunk
folding in on itself until it was a prickly ball of
sticks. It fell off the rock to bounce on the dirt
below and rolled toward the tree line. And kept
rolling, though there was no wind.
Caleb chased after the tumbling bush, jumping in
front of it. It dodged around him. Caleb laughed.
He had his own personal kickball; he didn't need a
partner for this game. He leaped in front of it
again, blocking its forward movement, but it reversed
direction. Around the field they went, the tumbleweed
trying to reach the forest and Caleb pushing it back.
Then with a burst of speed, the rolling bush spun
around him and sped for the forest.
"Oh, no you don't. You can't get away from me,"
Caleb said laughing, and sprinted after the tumbling
bush as it disappeared amongst the trees.
Scrambling through fern-like plants, Caleb left
the warm, open valley and entered the forest, to find
himself tripping and stumbling over twisting vines and
thick ropy roots that crept across the forest floor
like a swarm of snakes. The deeper he traveled into
the forest the darker the surroundings became due to
the canopy of thick leaves blocking the sun's rays.
Breathing hard from the unaccustomed physical
exertion, he climbed and struggled over exposed roots
determined to catch this bouncing, rolling bush. No
tumbleweed was going to out run him. Sliding down a
short slope, he stepped into a clearing and saw it
roll between the plants on the other side.
Caleb grinned. He was catching up with this
crazy bush. He leapt into the leaf littered clearing
and felt something snap beneath his foot. The ground
suddenly rose up, grasped him and flung him into the
air. When the world stopped spinning, he opened his
eyes and found himself entangled in a knotted net,
wrapped up like a fly in a web. With legs and arms
pressed tight to his chest, he bounced and bobbed
several feet above the ground, hanging by a rope
attached to a tree branch.
He struggled and the net tightened, the woven
strands cutting into his skin. He stopped moving and
looked around for the stick bush, but it had
disappeared. Through the swaying netted bag, the only
sounds he could hear were his own rapid breath and the
slight rustling of leaves in the soft afternoon
breeze.
Caleb jumped when out of the darkness of the
forest, a tree stepped into the clearing. He looked
closer. No, not a tree. An alien creature. A tall,
humanoid being with skin rough and textured like the
bark of the surrounding grey-green trees, and with
long branching limbs and dark leaf-shaped eyes. The
tumbleweed ball of sticks rolled up beside the Tree
Man to stop at the giant's root-like feet.
"Hey, let me down. I was only playing with your
stick-ball. It was just a game."
He watched the ball of sticks unfold itself
until it stood like a boy on two skinny trunk legs,
looking like a smaller version of the Tree Man, except
with more twigs branching off its limbs. The Tree Man
looked down at the Stick Boy, whose branches clicked
and shook in obvious agitation. Caleb's heart
thundered in his chest as the Tree Man peered at him
through the netting, his eyes unblinking black holes
and his face as expressionless as tree bark.
"Game," the Tree Man repeated, the sound softly
sibilant like the murmuring, rustling leaves of the
forest canopy, his mouth a mere slit in his coarse
rough-hewn skin.
He reached above Caleb and jerked the attached
rope, releasing a catch knot and Caleb, still caught
in the net, tumbled to the ground below, his breath
knocked out of him. Before he could escape the snare,
the Tree Man grasped the netted bag and slung Caleb
over his shoulder just like Caleb's father carried his
hunting sack when it was full of the day's catch.
"Game," the Tree Man said again and stepped out
of the clearing into the darkness of the woods, the
Stick Boy trailing behind.
Caleb watched the thick branches of the shadowed
trees close in around them.
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