Perhaps, perhaps not. The stories seem very different after all. One story, with a talking and walking tree appears to violate natural law. The other, with an old man who won’t vacate his table at the coffeeshop, trashes cultural norms.
Some readers will undoubtedly complain. No more of this precious postmodernism, they’ll say. Who can blame them? I don’t. I might even complain myself. Still, what do they expect?