i looked up and saw a tree. it was a green one but perhaps it was a white one too. the crown gleamed as it would be polished by hand. i listened to the sounds which came from everywhere. 'maybe 10 birds' i thought. listened once again 'maybe 10 big and 899 little birds' i was looking around but no birds were to be seen. and i was surprised. where came the tones from, and then i saw all those little knobs and potis hanging on the brunches. they looked like bird-berries calling 'hold the left and set the value' who cares the nature.