The circumference of the tree was enormous. It’s height unimaginable. The young man stood in the shade of the tree, amazed that there was a town sheltered beneath the gentle shade its leaves provided.
“I planted this seed,” the aged man standing beside him said.
“You planted this?” he responded incredulously.
“Yes, when I was but a young whelp, hardly aware of the world, let alone the universe.”
“Did you bring me here to show me this? To teach me something?” the young man asked.
“No. I care not for this tree, but the inn makes a fine, red ale.”