Today I bring you a fantasy type of tale, but one I could easily imagine. I hope you enjoy. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Rich Voza for the picture this time.
Fiction (98 words)
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“Interlopers, that’s what they are!”
“They’re family, can’t you see,” Birch replied.
“Interlopers,” Oak repeated. “None of my family looks like that!”
“They do after they finish standing,” Ash observed.
“They’re naked,” Oak protested. “There’s no green at all, not a bit of brown skin.”
“Brown skin does not sell well,” Ash explained.
“The colors do?” Oak asked.
“Sure, makes them work wherever they are,” Birch said.
“Why’re they here?” Oak questioned.
“I think it is what the breathers call art.”
“I think we should band together and stop the oxygen. Then they would stop killing us!” Oak huffed.
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Joe's Musings 
This moves along really well. I love the term breathers. And the discussion of skin really threw me off that they were trees until the end!