Forest Girl was an innocent and lovely creature of the forest. In the soft dawn of each new day’s beginning forest girl would dance and twirl her bare and delicate body along the forest paths, passing her soft skin amidst the glistening dew that lay upon the leaves of the summer and autumn forests and she would sing songs and ballads with the fury critters that lived and breathed deep within the shaded glens of the forest. At night she would lay her warm and bare skin down upon the earth and stare up through the overhanging branches at the dark infinite void above with the stars and moon twinkling down upon her face, until somewhere in the long night hours her brown eyes slowly closed and she would drift herself away to far off dream worlds where she was and always would be Forest Girl.
But then one day the foresters came. They arrived in loud trucks with muddy tires and huge crunching bulldozers. They wore metal hats upon their heads and held plastic clipboards in their arms while pointing their fingers at this tree and that tree as they shouted orders. Soon the bulldozers fired up their engines and rolled over the land. Heavy crunching and buzzing sounds echoed throughout the forest for a long time thereafter. Day by day, tree by tree, the forest fell and disappeared until one day the forest was no more.
Forest Girl was forced to leave her beautiful world with Mother Nature and move to the big city with all its overhanging pollution and blinking traffic lights. There were no trees to be seen along the busy streets and nothing fury but for the fat rats with red eyes that scurried from underneath the dumpsters in the alleys. This made forest girl very sad. So she strolled down to the river bank one evening and removed the clothes from her body and she danced free and naked beneath the twinkling stars once more, as God intended her to do, as she always had. And while there inside the glimmering moonlight she was attacked and raped at knife point by two black crack heads who then killed her and dumped her lifeless body into the river.
And the following day the foresters read about the homicide in their newspapers while they sipped their coffee and ate donuts alongside their quiet bulldozers. After a while they crinkled up their newspapers and emptied out the last remaining drops of coffee and they chucked the empty cups to the soil and went back to work.