As the trees shed their leaves, the bankrupt government passed a bill demanding they pick them all up again.
With only the law of gravity as their defense, the trees lost their case and were all cut down to make way for a giant lorry park.
The government celebrated. You can tax motorists, not trees.
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The Prodigal Story: The above was a 55-worder I submitted to a competition site earlier this year. It got a few nice comments but was in danger of getting lost in the ether. So, while there were still a few leaves left on the trees, I thought I’d bring it back home again.
If you need to laugh rather than cry, here’s another short (100 words)
published at the wonderful Café Lit. – Having A Rubbish Time
absurd 
Love the fallen leaves/tree story – I’d go so far as to say the logic in there is Milligan-esque and I’m an admirer of Spike.
Ying-tong-tiddle-aye-po! Thanks, Betty. Praise indeed. How am I going to get my head out the door now?