The Lookout Tree by Joanne Okano

     Once upon a time there was a lookout tree.  It was called the lookout tree because it looked out over a fence at the people going by in their cars on the road.  It was a little tree.  It had a knot in it which looked like it was smiling at you as you walked by the fence.  The owner had made a little dip in the fence just below the knot so the tree could see out over the top of the fence.
     It listened to the sound of the traffic all day, and the breeze blew its branches.  That is all I wanted to say about the lookout tree.  Goodbye.