Celia always sat under the tree in her back yard. In winter, all the other trees wilted and died, though this one bloomed brightly. Not flowers though, tiny little spiky fruits that always fell on her head and made her jump. The spikes on this small fruit were strong, so strong that trying to cut it with a kitchen knife would barely leave a dent. The leaves on this tree were really pretty too, though what Celia liked most about this tree is that it stands out from the crowd, since it’s not your average tree.