Finish the story begins with: “She lived in a mango tree.” And was insanely jealous of the others in the street. Marcy McMango felt like the poor cousin. Next door the Beachams lived in their beech tree. Her one desire in life was to live in a beech tree along with the rolling surf and the sandy beaches. She’d been lumbered with a mango tree, which every year bore the one fruit she hated. Not only that but in summer when they were in season the weight of the fruit caused he branches to bend and at times during the summer storms she’d be out pulling fruit from the over laden branches for fear the whole tree-house would collapse.
She was also envious of the Oakwoods and the Olives whose majestic homes held pride of place in the neighbourhood.
One night her sense of want overcame her and taking her trusty chain saw attacked the Beachams only to be swallowed by the rising tide.