Mum always calls the tree in our back garden the freaky tree because some of the branches have formed together to look like animals, and on windy days it looked like the animals were leaning over us and watching us secretly. It is wonky, and and gives nearly everybody the creeps if they're not used to it. It is all silvery near the trunk because mum had to put chicken wire around it to stop Slinky (my cat) from climbing it and tearing the bark off with his claws.
The tree feels scaly, just like I imagine a reptile would. It reminds me of the crocodile I once saw at Dreamworld in Australia. The bark is a brightish, gooey brown with bright, cheerful leaves. In between the cracks in the bark is a dark, shaded brown. In spring, the freaky tree is surrounded by yellow daffodils, but in Autumn it is surrounded by evil weeds. On hot days I like to sit under the shade of the tree and play with my sister. In the future I hope to plant more freaky trees so they become more popular in our garden.