Timber

As the sun rose over the horizon a tree sitting on a grass hill felt happy. It had beautiful views of a vast ocean, sandy beaches and plenty of fertile dirt to grow on. The tree bathed its leaves in the sun light and was filled with joy and happiness. Nothing Could be better.

All of a sudden the sun was covered by the churning clouds. The tree felt frightened. The clouds moved in circles incredibly fast forming a HUGE tornado. But instead of causing damage, the tornado stayed in its place and a man began to drop from the clouds. He had a green ripped shirt and blue trousers on. As the man reached the ground the clouds disappeared to reveal the bright sun again.

The oak tree felt happy but stressed. The sun is back but who is that man heading towards me. Indeed the man who fell from the clouds headed towards the lone tree on-top of the hill. He walked through the sand, up the grassy hill and reached the tree.

"What a beautiful spot! Ill build my house on this hill," said the green shirted man.

Then something horrible happened, the man began punching the oak tree! It howled in pain but the only thing the man could here was the wind blowing by. The man kept punching at the tree and the poor oak tree sat and howled the whole time. The tree could feel his log breaking in half.... he howled in pain even more, his leaves falling to the floor.

"TIMBER!" Shouted the man.

and down the poor oak tree went. Rolling all the way down the hill until it reached its final resting place; the sandy beaches and vast ocean it used to gaze upon, every sun filled day.

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