The Trees

by Percival Everett

I swear on the blond head of the little baby Jesus!”

You know, when one group really doesn’t like another group. Sometimes they dislike them to death.

He was born in Mississippi, educated in Washington, DC, and truly believed that Mississippi didn’t have to be Mississippi.

Babies are smarter than us. It seems they’re always trying to kill themselves. That’s why we have to watch them every second, so they don’t swallow nickels or drink weed killer or eat Tylenol like candy. Then we get stupid and want to live.”