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It started with a breeze. The whispering drafts wriggled through the boughs and branches of the ancient oak. The leaves rustled, the limbs creaked. One acorn fell. There was nothing remarkable about this acorn. It fell on the head of a little boy passing beneath the tree. He bent to pick it up, admiring the glossy shell, and put it in his pocket. He walked home with it, proudly displaying his find to his mother who took it from his dusty fingers and said, "If you bury this, one day a tall tree will grow. So tall it'll touch the sky." The little boy smiled. He snatched the acorn from his mother's open palm and ran out the back door, thinking