'I am,' said Mick, 'a tree.'
'No you're not,' said Larry.
'But the man said...'
'There is no man. And there is no drama class. You're just standing in the middle of the living room, pretending to be a tree.'
'I can't pull the wool over your eyes, can I?'
'Not unless you buy me a lovely jumper from Marks.'
'I'm just off to the shops...'
Mick went off to the shops.
EPILOGUE:
'I am,' said Mick, 'a tree.'
'Fair enough,' said Larry, who was very pleased with his new jumper.
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