All alone, quiet and still, he sat on the highest branch of the tallest tree watching the world below. He wore a trim green jacket, a curved wooden button and a scarf woven. Of moss perched on his head with a long wrinkled hat pulled snugly down over his putty little years. He was the health of Matt Albert. Small in stature, a little pudgy He pulled down his hat tighter across and crossed his arms. No, he muttered. It's better to stay this way. Better to stay hidden better to stay invisible. See more