short story

There is a white room and in this room there is a red ball, bouncing. Now thanks to gravity, the ball's bounces lower and lower and lower until it is nearly at rest when suddenly it is scooped up by a boy and placed in his pocket.
The boy walks out the door and is blinded by the sun but only for a few seconds. Once he reorients himself, he walks towards the tree.
Now the tree is, how might you say this, --wise. It is sagacious. It bears the gnarled marks of age upon its trunk but also possesses the leaves and fruit of youth.
In front of the tree there is a hole no larger than a man's fist and the boy drops the red ball into the ground.
What happens next does not astonish the boy as the tree begins to bounce.
Up and down and up again but gravity keeps it from getting too high but even after a low bounce the earth shakes when the tree lands.
From the heights of the tree there is a snap and something falls breaking a tremendous amount of branches on the way down. With a great crash a girl lands on the ground in front of the boy, smiling. It was a fall that would've broken delicate china, but not her. A book falls next to her with a thud and it is bound in green leather and the cover closed with a wax seal. A pen then drops like a falling arrow into the earth and the tree says, Choose wisely my son.
Another boy wakes up, sweating.