Lost in the desert, two surviving deserters spied an oasis. A single gnarled baobab dominated an island of green and blue in a sea of sand.
The soldiers rushed forward, eager to slake their thirst and cool their skin within the shade of sturdy branches.
A pool of water collected near the tree. Each man cupped his hands to drink, only noticing skeletons littering the grassy strand between the pond and tree after regaining their senses.
“Fine place to die,” one sighed. He leaned back against the rough, scraped trunk of the baobab.
His comrade surveyed the remains.
During the silent contemplation that followed, neither soldier noticed the branches of the bizarre boabab contort into a more predatory position.