At the crack of dawn Shadow awoke. He stretched out his long skinny body and glared back with spite at the dry old tree that cast him from its branches. All of his life from sunrise to sunset was spent shackled by his feet to the trunk of this dying tree.
A soft breeze came brushing across the desert and weaved its way through leafless branches. They swayed back and forth slowly and Shadow like a string puppet swayed his arms with them. He beckoned to the wind with his long thin fingers and whispered in a dark shade “Blow down this tree. Set me free!