When we colonize the moon, our descendants will replace the dying myth of the stork with one about cephalopods who gather fertilized eggs from the Terran seabed.
Lemme tell you, that pregnant tree freaked me out when I fist saw it at night... the sun was almost down and the sky was painted in dark blue,
as I drove in princeton, to my friends' street I saw this tree and just had to stope the car... it was so WIERD!