My submision for the Pixel Art Challenge (and Pixelween contest entry): The beginning
 

A piece quickly written
On top of the hill stood three trees.
Under them an old man, fishing in the morning breeze.
Every day, he would fish in their casted shade.
Until one day, they were cut by men and their purpose remade.
No one could console him, not even his wife, for he had fished under those trees all his life.
He continued to fish in the woods nearby, with a canopy so thick you could not see the night sky.
Yet every day he went and left his wife and home behind, he couldn’t get the trees out of his mind.

One day, he went into the woods in heavy rain...
and was never seen again...



On a hill, a man gave his fishing rod a firm squeeze.
He could not forgive the men who cut down his trees.