The Prized Tree-short story "Just pull it out with your teeth," my brother shimmied his way off the lowest branch. I chewed on the skin around the splinter that I had recieved from our tree. Our tree is the only of its kind in our whole town. All our neighbors are envious of it. They try to grow their own, but none of theirs lasts as long as ours. I don't see whats so great about our tree, infact I have no clue as to what kind of tree it is. I decided to name it Sheldon, but Dennie just hit me in the head and tell me that the tree needs somethin' more clever. What could be more clever? It's a tree, no one in their right mind who lives in Gadsden, would ever name