In Danza Square

Once upon a time, a Nichele and a Davan and a Kevin were good friends. They 'hung out' all the time! But time passed, and the Nichele longed for greater things. He felt confined by their customary surrounds; constrained; condensed.

Davan and Kevin could not understand him. They were fine! They had lots of fun.

But the Nichele could not tolerate this. He decided to go off, on a great journey. So he got on his motorped, and shot off. "Vroom vroom!" went his motorped, and he traveled.

For a while he just saw places he'd seen before. "Boring!" he said. "This is no different than where I was before!" So he kept traveling. Vroom vroom!

Then he came to a land unknown to him. It was outside the bounds of his experience - though an old acquaintance, Leon, waved to him as Nichele passed on his motor-ped. "This looks different!" he said. "I will explore this!"

There were many strangers in the land Nichele had found. He quickly discovered where he was: Danza Square, land of the free and the brave! He had even heard of rebels against the evil corpor-tyranny that lived here. He went on a quest to find them!

First, Nichele asked people where the brave rebels were. Most of them didn't know! "We don't know where the brave rebels are," they said! But one young woman told him, "Seek the black tree," and vanished.

Now Nichele had a lead! He searched all over Danza Square, looking for the black tree. But he couldn't find one! He could only find normal green and yellow trees. He was close to giving up when he looked at the facade of the bunker in front of him. It had a tree spray-painted onto it - in black paint!

Nichele knocked on the blast door. "I would like to join the brave rebels!" he shouted. Eventually, a looking-slit opened in the door. A pair of eyes looked out. "You are too young to join the rebels!" he said. Then he closed the slit! Nichele shouted, "No I'm not!" but no-one listened.

Nichele was sad.

Then he learned the calculus! So it was okay after all.