Tree Trip.

Roaring, the bulldozers were rolling on. The climate justice protestors, combined with the greenies and ecowarriors were chanting abuse. Some demonstrators lay down right in the path of the machines of forest destruction. The large yellow dozers had flattened vast areas of a fragile, unique old growth stand of those precious standing people, the ancient trees.

Birds squawked, insects buzzed angrily, all seemed doomed. Young Jenna was there with some of the other upper secondary students.

"This is our future. Stop right now!"

The council workers hired by business and property developers pretended they could not hear. The media had been notified by the united protest sectors, the cameras were rolling. Journalists were harassing the onlookers, who had come to join their objections to the throng.

"What's your take on this, young lady? Shouldn't you be in a classroom?"

Young Jenna spoke up firmly, "This is more important for today and all our tomorrows. Save our trees, we need oxygen to breathe!"

Just then another mob arrived, singing, "We shall overcome. This is our land. We want Native Title rights to this whole forest. It is a sacred, traditional and magical resource for our tribes."

It was a scary situation, as tempers were flaring, when more demonstrators began to unite their hands and chain themselves to each tree trunk directly in front of the bulldozers. The drivers dismounted,red faced and hostile, instantly phoning their bosses to seek some guidance. The council and the corporations were providing them with double salaries to take on destroying this heritage habitat.

Young Jenna had her banner, all furled up. As the confrontation between the workers and the swarm of protestors seemed to be escalating, she suddenly took off, past the picket lines and now stalled bulldozers. She wandered through a mystical trail winding between bushes, undergrowth, tree after tree. Here, there was only calm, happy birdsong, a beautiful serene environment.

Young Jenna had her mission. Her role was to climb the tallest tree, not much further along. There she was to reach the top, seemingly expanding into the clouds, and unleash her banner. She was there, standing at the base of the tree. Being a young teenager, she had no fear. As she was preparing her lady loins to ascend the giant tree, she glanced back down the hill. Somehow, the massive array of demonstrators, council workers, the media contingenet, and a few suits of officials, had all decided it was lunchtime.

"Yes," thought Young Jenna, "it definitely takes 100 males to cook some sweet corn and courgettes on a BBQ." She smiled, this would make her role a bit easier. It would take at least an hour while all the protestors and their enemies were doing lunch. At least they were not cooking Mary's Little Lamb for dinner, this was a vegetarian catering team for the campaign.

So Young Jenna took off slowly, her banner folded up over her shoulder. Here there was no safety harness or landing net, so she trod carefully under the shady canopy. Branch by branch, she ascended. "Nearly there!" she whispered to herself, quite pleased by her efforts. So far, so good.

Finally, she reached the very top branch of the towering tallest tree in the whole region, and sat down to catch her breath. "Made it!" she told herself. Then she stood up slowly, and unleashed her brilliantly coloured banner which she attached to the tree trunk. It fluttered down, and one of the cameramen from the media waved.

"Not too late to reafforestate! Save our future for the Network of Youth!"

Young Jenna waved to the cheers far below, then sat down. She was flushed with success. She was startled when she heard a clap of applause right next to her on her perch practically in the low floating clouds.

"Who are you?" she asked a strange little man, clad in emerald clothing, half unseen.

"I am J. R. Fandom. I am a tree pixie. This tree is my totem. You are Jenna Randolph, aren't you?"

"Yes, how do you know my name?" Young Jenna asked, as the pixie replied.

"I have been waiting here for the chosen one. Humans have to check their emotional dysregulations and greedy feelings before they destroy any more forests. Trees are the lungs of the world, full of little people. Every tree is home to junior pixies, half hidden under leaves, full of hope and magic. In every flower, there lives a growing fairy. Each fairy wears a glistening frock the same shade as her floral home. Each has gossamer wings, a sparkling golden crown, and a beautiful magic wand, to heal others. We can all fly when we choose. Only certain special humans can see us, and only very few can talk to us."

"I do not believe this!" Young Jenna answered, "fairies and pixies are only myths in books."

"Myths and legends, but we do exist. Listen, J. R., we are on the same side, trying to preserve nature's wonders. Here are your gifts."

J.R Fandom placed a golden bracelet of bells on Young Jenna's wrist, and gave her a sack of cloth, with shining threads in the fabric.

"What's this for?" she asked suspiciously. She was unsure if this was her very vivid imagination playing tricks on the logical side of her brain.

"It is a bottomless bag of tree seeds, to grow trees just like this one. Every tree you grow shall produce at least 100 years of oxygen to breathe. It is your task to keep planting trees, shimmer your bracelet for magically rapid growth. You shall be a star ecowarrior, forever well regarded. Go in peace, and fulfil your destiny, on behalf of all us Little People. "

With that, J. R. Fandom vanished in a puff of logic, in a blink of an eye. Bemused and awed, Young Jenna caught her breath, and safely climbed down the giant totem tree. Back on earth, she tried to check any flower for fairies, but with no success. Maybe only the really junior humans could spot fairies, sipping nectar from acorn cups and flying round blessing with their sparkling golden wands.

The demonstration was at a complete stalemate. The large yellow bulldozers were going nowhere, the protestors were still lying right in front of them, or circling tree trunks, chained around the trees. Young Jenna just knew she could plant some of the tree seeds. Before dusk that night of the newsworthy Save the Forest Campaign, she had planted 150 seeds, jangling her bracelet of bells. Did pixie dust appear? Strangely, each seed did develop and flourish.

Young Jenna kept on believing, as she one day left trigonometry far behind her. Reafforestation is an excellent choice for battling climate change, not even a myth. It shall be good for all our souls, for today and all humanity's tomorrows.