His name was Douglas and he was barely a teenagerHe was in the woods, minding his own business when it happened
He did not see them coming
He was happily watching a pair of squirrels play in the snow
Suddenly he felt himself grabbed from behind
The men whooped at their capture
He felt his feet viciously hacked off
He could not flee
He could not scream
He was in shock
He was tied up tightly and hauled away
He was put on display as a trophy
No one ever told him why he was made to suffer
For two weeks he was fed nothing but water
His wounds continued to ooze
Finally, no longer able to fight,
our Christmas tree died
[ Jason Scott ]
