Timber

It all started at about seven o'clock am in our front yard. The lumberjack had arrived and so had about ten other people. Within just a few minutes, quite a few people started showing up.

As the chain saw buzzed and the lumberjack began cutting, many of the people in the crowd started crying. By the time the tree fell, there were hundreds of individuals wailing as if their hearts were breaking.

“Dad?” I asked.

“Yes Son.”

“What's with all the people gathered in the yard crying?”

“Don't you know Son? That's a real Poplar tree we just cut down.”