“We couldn’t have done it without you, Officer!”

The Commissioner smiled as he pinned the medal on my shoulder.

Operation Forest Trail had been successful beyond expectations, and all criminals who engaged in poaching and illegal cutting of trees were arrested.

“Inspector Mario, will you share with us the secret of your terrific tuning with the forest and its dark secrets?” The Master of Ceremonies crooned on, from her teleprompter.

“Yes, Madam. Those old trees have sung lullabies to me, when I fell asleep in hammocks tied between trunks. My mother is a botanist who often worked in dense forests.”

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sep 13 2020

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