You curse your fate and scream inside your mind for a while, but you grow tired of it fairly soon. Sadly you realize that you are probably going to be like this for a very long time, so you relax.
Some inderterminate amount of time goes by. You delight in feeling sunlight on your leaves and water in your roots after a rain. You suffer during droughts, feeling prickly pains in your leaves. During the winter, you even fall asleep. When you feel yourself growing, you feel happy and proud. It's odd; you haven't lost your personal consiciousness, but it's just different now. You're a tree, and you feel and do tree things. You don't even think in language anymore, just ideas.
One day, you feel a sharp pain at your base. It is not at all like a drought pain. Somthing is hitting you, and breaking through your bark! If you were still concerned with human matters you might know that this is a person, and be wishing you could warn the person to get out of this horrible place, or that he will quickly kill you and end it all, but you don't even think of that. All you know is that it hurts, and you don't like being hurt!
If only there was some way to fight back... You concentrate on the wound, think all about it, concentrating on the sap bleeding out of it. And suddenly, you feel even more sap coming out of it. The hitting stops. You concentrate on the sap even harder, and then stop suddenly. Something falls against the wound, sealing it up. This makes it hurt much less, and you feel relieved. You also feel... You feel growth! Your base has just gotten a little fatter. You are very happy with these results. You're even growing some extra roots. Crisis over, you go back to regular tree life, content with pride from your new extension.
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He tries to pull himself off the tree, but the sap has him stuck there. It had burst out like a fire hose, hard enough to make him lose balance, even! What the heck kind of tree does that? --And what kind of man can breathe with his face stuck to a tree? He doesn't feel like he is suffocating, but he is getting breath from somewhere, his feet, it seems, though it feels like they have sunk beneath the tree itself. With the rest of him still up here? He then feels his arms and legs getting tight, so much that he can't even twitch the muscles. The tightness spreads over the back of his body and head. He can't move at all. The tightness melts away, along with any evidence that he ever had a body, and he becomes aware of something bigger, taller, and deeper. He realizes with fright that he has been absorbed into the tree, and screams inside his head "Let me go! Please, I'm sorry! Just let me goooo!"
You are surprised to hear someone talking to you in a language. Unpleasantly surprised. He's distrupting you, and you want it to stop. You hear the words he is saying and you know what they are, but they don't mean anything to you. All you know is that he is making loud remarks which are against your wishes. You command him to shup up and grow with you, sending to him the idea of growth and its greatness.
"Stop it! I don't want to be part of you! Please, noooooo! I'll never cut a tree again, I just want my life back!"
He's still reisiting, and you are appalled. You are the one in charge here, after all! You concentrate on your new addition, and place all your will on it to submit to you. The voice stops.
He is unable to think of anything but growing for his new master. He will support the goal of growing ever taller. He will get wider and collect nutrients so that the rest of the tree can grow. That is his reason for living, his only delight, and the only thing he will ever think about from now on.