It began with two enormous, light-blocking weeds masquerading as trees. (Yes, I am going to spin this story a bit to make myself feel better about cutting down two plants older than I am.)
Then some men with chainsaws came and before too long we were down to one. (For the record, I won’t let just ANY strange men with chainsaws hang out in my backyard. So don’t try it.)
Then we were down to a trunk.
And then some debris.
And then glorious sun!
You can live, other trees! You can live and be free! And not grow at weird horizontal angles in a desperate attempt to escape the long shadow of the evil acacias!
WE ARE HEROES!
The end.
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