Hi I’m Acorn. No not that one, that’s my older brother Sir Acorn III, this one lowest branch on the right side. My crack came from some other acorns who hit me on their way down. Everyone here wants to leave but I’m happy here with everything an acorn wants. I live with my many siblings, on our big tree, in a bigger city.

My worst fear is out of the tree. My siblings are starting to fall out, but some sticky long thing (humans call tape) is keeping me here forever! Nothing will stop me from staying here.

Anyways I like to… “Help!” I screamed. Then my tape ripped off with me as I was caught in the hands of Pigeon? Pigeon was my “friend”, that I can’t talk to, who came around noon every day, she would eventually take me right out of that tree one day. But why today!? I thought the as sharp claws scraped my shell.

She flew with me in her grasp over the vast city until finally I was dropped on a skyscraper with her. “I'm going home,” I declared.  immediately after I ran off. But then what I saw was terrifying. My tree was nowhere in sight, and there was just a sea of buildings spread in front of me. Now I was just an acorn with a pigeon, on a skyscraper, lost in an infinity of things.

Pigeon then started to coo as she grabbed me in her mouth then threw me over the edge. I cried in fear as I thought of what would happen. Would I fall and crack into a million pieces? Or would a car run me over? Whatever happens I know there is no chance for me, a little acorn, falling down, in a scary place can get home. I ready myself to crack. But instead I landed safely down on a tree then I climbed down to see Pigeon. 

I looked back at the skyscraper we were on. It was only three stories high (easy for an acorn not to crack). But I was still lost. Making my way to a wheel I decided to stay in there and hoped I would wake up from this terrible dream. “

“Ahh! help me pigeon,”  I demanded, but Pigeon was nowhere in sight.

The rotating kept rotating and rotating, until I shot up like a rocket into the sky. Landing in the bed of the truck. Crrk! I looked down. My shell had a river of cracks on my back. I sat down once more on the long thin straw. The roar of the motor was a low hum, calming my nauseous head.