I don’t think Figaro will ever forget this one. He’s generally afraid of heights, but he was able to overcome his fear to share this adventure with me. 🙂 Figaro, Professor Wave, and I visited the incredible tree house at the northern Dew Peaks. I recall the weather being a bit stormy and thunderous. Weirdly enough, there was no lightning, just some thunder. At first, I was confused with what gave the tree house its rare fame. Upon closer examination, it looked rather interesting with some simple but beautiful geometric patterns on its bark. It wasn’t a very tall tree house, nor was it very big either, but as I always say, “You can’t find the holy potato of Yomi if you don’t play the favorite music of Java!”
I climbed into the tree house first before I waved to Figaro to let him know it was safe. Professor Wave had already joined me, but Figaro felt the need to double and triple check the safety of the ladder. After gaining satisfaction, Figaro decided he would like to join us inside the tree house. Figaro isn’t the most adventurous of Punnies, but he’s extremely wise, and I trust him entirely with my LIFE. He’s like an old guard of Punny Garden, wise and honorable to the nth degree!
As soon as Figaro stepped onto the ladder, a loud thunderous sound rumbled and the tree started growing! It started slow at first but then, within a matter of seconds, its slow growing pace proceeded into a HUUUGE growth spurt! We shot straight up into the air and then astoundingly through it. Yes, as spectacular as it may sound, the tree grew right into some kind of hole in the sky! My heart nearly EXPLODED bouncing inside my chest for a minute or so, while Wave let out the most bombastic WOO HOOOOO anyone has ever heard (as you may already know, he is a total free spirit)! Poor Figaro, however, was hanging on for dear life! He shouted at the TOP OF HIS LUNGS (no kidding, he was later sore in the throat), “WHy DiDN’T AnYoNE tELL mE tHIs iS A RiOnG Way MaKer TReE???!”
After the chaos stopped, Wave and I stared out of the tree house and saw the beautiful silent puffs of clouds floating past us. Although the clouds were spectacular, they were hiding something even more great. Figaro whispered under his breath: “That’s the hidden Castle of Skiras, queen of the Jaded Skies beyond the northern Dew Peaks!” Even though Figaro knew what I was thinking and said “Oh no…”, I have already secretly made up my mind to visit the place someday (Ssh, don’t tell him!).