You know, being a tree is not easy sometimes. Sometimes it’s a breeze, others it's a fight for survival (I hate you winter), but when you live in a redneck county with a bunch of dumb people in it, it’s not always a breeze. People would have more dignity you know? They always pollute, and throw trash at me. How would you feel if I threw stuff at you Sharon? Although during the summer it’s a wonderland, it’s like living outside on a beach. But as I said earlier, it’s not always a breeze being a tree. When I was a young tree people didn’t throw stuff at me. Sure, people tried to cut me down, but the animals protected me (they are great friends by the way). I mean people loved me. I was part of a national monument! Bloomsdale Forest has been
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If this is the last you hear of me I want you to remember that some stupid redneck killed me. I also do want you to remember that I will always live on in my legacy, probably though as “That One Tree That Got Knocked Over by That Dumb Drunk Driver”. I’ll take it though.
They are about to cut me down it looks like. I made one last call to Willy but he wasn’t there anymore. Then I realized, I was all alone about to die. I just want to go down as a legend and a friend, but mostly a legend.
“Alright George, are we good to cut it?” One man shouted to his partner,
“Yes Bob. Let's end this tree’s life.” George exclaimed with a evil grin on his face. That did not make me feel good.
Gee thanks guys for the support tree cutters. They then pushed through with the chainsaw and it wouldn’t cut. I thought I was saved until they got a better chainsaw and it cut right through me. That hurt getting stabbed by a chainsaw. I could feel myself leaning over, slowly but surely. I said one last thing and that's all I remember. Next thing I know, I’m up in tree heaven. Man, this is a great place! But that is where my story fades to black, both literally and figuratively. I will always miss Earth, but at least there aren’t any redneck truck drivers up
If this is the last you hear of me I want you to remember that some stupid redneck killed me. I also do want you to remember that I will always live on in my legacy, probably though as “That One Tree That Got Knocked Over by That Dumb Drunk Driver”. I’ll take it though.
They are about to cut me down it looks like. I made one last call to Willy but he wasn’t there anymore. Then I realized, I was all alone about to die. I just want to go down as a legend and a friend, but mostly a legend.
“Alright George, are we good to cut it?” One man shouted to his partner,
“Yes Bob. Let's end this tree’s life.” George exclaimed with a evil grin on his face. That did not make me feel good.
Gee thanks guys for the support tree cutters. They then pushed through with the chainsaw and it wouldn’t cut. I thought I was saved until they got a better chainsaw and it cut right through me. That hurt getting stabbed by a chainsaw. I could feel myself leaning over, slowly but surely. I said one last thing and that's all I remember. Next thing I know, I’m up in tree heaven. Man, this is a great place! But that is where my story fades to black, both literally and figuratively. I will always miss Earth, but at least there aren’t any redneck truck drivers up