I was having a perfectly good weekend, when I noticed something strange yesterday. It must have been very strange because I’m wearing my mad face today. As you can see.
Have you ever heard of anyone cutting down a perfectly good old, majestic, shade-producing tree just because they don’t like it?
It’s true. The conversation went like this yesterday:
“Oh good grief! The neighbors have cut down one of their shrubs. That looks weird.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet it’s to make way for the equipment to take that tree down.”
“Naw, that can’t be it. Nobody would cut down that big old tree.”
“Uh…I think so…See? They’ve also taken down some of the fence. I’ll bet it’s to make room for the big bucket truck to drive up in the yard. Stuart, what do you think of all this?”
“Ever since I heard you peeps talking about plans to cut that tree down, I’ve been speaking with the squirrels about it. You see, I can communicate with them when I need to.”
“Are you kidding? You’ve spoken with the squirrels?”
“Yes, peep. As you know, I’m no dummy. And I hate to tell you, but that tree is coming down. And the squirrels won’t have a place to live. And the birds won’t have a place to live. And the houses next door won’t have any shade in the summer. And you won’t get to look at that magical tree anymore. And the increased greenhouse gases as a result of deforestation will continue to pose greater and greater threats to the world as we know it today.”
“Stuart, you never cease to be amazing.”
“Thank you. I try to do my part. Too bad I couldn’t stop the tree from coming down.”
Sure enough. As I snooze at this moment, the buzz of the chainsaws and chipper-shredders are making the peep cry. You’d cry, too, if your neighborhood was losing this beauty for no reason at all:
Some people are just nuts.