The old man wrinkled with age, woke up wistfully dreaming of a boat. He lived in a forest with lush green grass, vibrant wildflowers, and mushrooms. He must have mushrooms because that was a rule. So he set out, searching for a boat. Suddenly, he came upon a tree, but this wasn’t just any tree, it was a magical tree. It grew dreams. Thousands of dreams grew on this tree, hats, busses, dolls, bikes, cats, telephones, oars, teddy bears, and there was his boat. His boat was perfect. He set his boat into a tiny pond and he was happy.