Unusual Short Stories, Here Is A Fantasy Short Story About The Nut That Fell To Earth
The Nut That Fell To Earth
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Children are children the entire universe over, and this pair were fairly typical. Much as the young boys of our own planet play conkers, so these two played a similar game.
"Bet you can't break mine no matter how hard you hit it", said Jod to his friend Bod. Bod stood back, and with a mighty swing, hit Jod's nut with a tremendous thwack. The nut, far from smashing, parted company from the cord, which secured it, and sailed in a long arc, up and away into the sky. "Crumbs", exclaimed Jod, "that was some hit". Their identical moon faces watched in awe as the nut disappeared into the pink sky.
Now it was really a matter of fortune that the nut path should intersect with a space loop that occurred every 2.3million years, give or take a day or two. As the boys watched, the nut faltered in it's orbit, wobbled, shook, the shot straight up in the air, disappearing in a crackle of electricity and sparks.
The nut materialized a few billion miles away, on a bright spring day, on the planet earth. It landed in the middle of a boggy field, about seven miles north of the M25 where it meets the M1.
Zom is not a particularly fertile planet.
Now this nut, not knowing the difference between a field in Hertfordshire, and one rather like it on the planet Zom, did what any self respecting nut would do in similar circumstances. It made the best of things, stuck a root into the soil, and awaited its fate.
Now Zom is not a particularly fertile planet. It's soil, although able to sustain an abundance of plant life, is only about 1/3 as rich as the soil seven miles from the M25/M1 junction in Hertfordshire. Because of this, a great many plants from that planet, are able to transport themselves from one patch of ground to another, always in search of ground with higher nutritional properties.
Ben Cartland, had worked the farm all his life, and as he was now 75 this had been a fair old time. He had watched farming change from horse drawn ploughs right through to chemical fertilisers, and Ariel crop spraying. He thought that the farming business had very few surprises left. You can imagine therefore, how he felt when he saw a bush growing in the middle of his cornfield, the size of which, should have taken ten years to grow.
His weather beaten face took on a quizzical expression, as he approached the new addition to his farm, but this was nothing compared to his look, when the bush moved away from him at the same speed to his approach.
Ben stopped. So did the bush. He took two steps nearer. The bush moved two steps further away. Ben vowed to throw away the half full whiskey bottle that stood on his kitchen table, when he returned to the farmhouse.
Ben's lean, but still supple frame, crept towards the bush. The bush continues its retreat. He tried to outflank it, but it only moved to one side. So this went on, man and bush zigzagging across the cornfield, until they came to the stout wooden fence-post in the corner.
Now Ben had a passion for goat’s milk, which accounted for the fact that he was carrying a length of rope about his person that morning. Gertrude had once again bitten her way almost through her tether, and Ben had determined to replace it. He tied one end of the rope into a lasso, and flung this over the cornered bush. The other end, he firmly secured to the wooden post.
Then it was discovered that the nuts were good to eat!
The bush found the corner of the field very much to it's liking, and settled down happily even if the rope did restrict its movements somewhat. Meanwhile Ben, far from throwing away the whiskey, disposed of it in his usual fashion, which explained why the farm was left neglected for the remainder of the day.
The next morning, the bush had grown into a small tree. This did not really matter, as it blended rather well with the other trees that grew along the edge of the field. The only trouble was the slight difference in colour of the leaves. It didn't notice too much, because they were a similar colour as the May tree's blossom, but when the blossom fell, there would be something of a contrast.
As the days passed, Ben got quite fond of his strange tree; indeed he even boasted to his friends that he had cultivated it himself. The only trouble was it's phenomenal rate of growth. Already it was taller than even the most mature May tree.
Late June saw the tree towering above the field like a giant sentinel, it's pink leaves blocking out the Sunshine from its surrounding area. It now rivalled the electricity pylons for sheer size.
A trickle of people started to visit Ben's farm. First botanists from Kew gardens, the scientists from Cambridge, and the men in dark suits from the Ministry of Ag and Fish. It had to happen of course; it was really only a matter of time before the newsmen found the farm. TV cameras. Very serious reporters gave on-the-spot reports, and as the pictures hit he nations screen, so hoards of sightseers appeared at the gates of the farm.
Police were sent to control the crowds, and the M25 closed due to congestion. Eventually the government declared the tree a national monument, and sent in the army to protect it.
Poor old Ben, he gave up trying to run the farm, as a farm. Of course the compensation paid by the government came in handy, but he felt at a loose end, with no real purpose left in his life.
The summer wore on, and the tree continued to grow, changing position from time to time, as it sucked the goodness from the ground. In August tiny pink buds appeared all over the branches, and by early September these had grown into round mature nuts, which dropped in profusion all over the field, and into the little lane running beside.
In vain the army and police tried to gather them up, but as soon as any nut dropped near the crowds of sightseers, they disappeared into pockets and handbags, re-appearing in gardens, allotments and greenhouses all over the country. It became illegal to grow the nuts, so making it a truly forbidden fruit. This, of course only made people keener to grow them. Ben meantime slowly drowned in the sea of whiskey, watching his tree develop through a misty haze.
All through the following autumn and winter, in hundreds of gardens, the nuts lay in lovingly tended soil. Each one waiting to thrust new shoots into the spring sunshine.
The next summer saw pink-leafed trees scattered in every part of England. They moved faster than their parent, as the adapted very quickly to the more favourable environment. This year the growth was truly phenomenal, and most of the nuts had grown to twenty feet by May. These trees grew nuts all the time, and they matured and dropped every few days, leaving new seedlings in every corner. They grew like weeds, but your normal weed doesn't usually run away and hide. From the air, the once green landscape slowly turned to pink.
Then it was discovered that the nuts were good to eat! Nutritionists found that the nut kernel contained every vitamin, protein, fat and carbohydrate that is needed to sustain life. Food factories turned it into burgers, soups, stews and sausages. It could be made to taste like anything that takes your fancy. meat, fish, poultry or vegetable. Once liquidised, it made the perfect baby food.
Everybody had the same beautiful thoughts and feelings.
Here was the answer to the world’s food problems. No longer would anyone need to go hungry. No longer would countries need to go to war over food supplies. Every government wanted this precious nut, with their succulent tender pink flesh.
Viewed from space, the land of masses slowly started to turn from green to pink. The pinkness spread across Europe and into Africa. The American continent sprouted pink spots, as though it had caught chicken pox.
As people ate more and more of the nut, so the strange thing started to happen to them. They began to turn bright pink. First the skin, the hair and finally the eyes. When everyone had become a uniform pink, the then began to look the same. Those people who were bald, grew new pink hair. Those people who were fat, became slim. Those who were thin grew sleek. Those who were short grew taller, and the tall grew shorter.
Features changed too. First it was noses, people who all their lives had, had to suffer with long ugly conks, woke up one day to find that had little turned up noses. Then it was other features, mouths grew warm and soft, ears were all perfectly shaped, not too large and not too small.
One day everybody look absolutely identical. The same pink perfectly proportioned bodies. The same handsome male, and beautiful female faces. And then everybody had the same beautiful thoughts and feelings. Never again would one man raise his hand to another. Never again would one person think evil of another. The emotions of envy, jealousy, pride and avarice all evaporated away. All this thanks to a little brown nut, that had come sailing out of space, from a planet far away.
"So you see why we cannot allow you a license to import the uniformity nut", said the wise old chairman of the Galactic Council, to the delegation from Venus. " The same fate that overtook Earth could happen to you. Now it is a dead planet, only the giant ink trees remain. The Human race simply died of boredom, for they all thought the same things, and did the same things, with never a new idea, or new face for they were all mirrors of themselves".
The delegation from Venus turned sadly away, and nodding agreement with the wise chairman.
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