Kev.in.Progress

There once was a tree, towering three stories tall. It divided its trunk in three and made a canopy for itself. But as it grew high, it grew wide. Roots traveled outward, strangling the turf in its grasp. Then one day, from the depths of Hollywood, a sibling decided to cut this wood. For a half hour more, he thwacked with axe into the trunks three. Whilst he attacked its base, his father and brother took to the skies and chopped its limbs to a manageable size. At first thy were novice, for the father was struck in the chest by a limb. He crumpled. He writhed. He cried, “It struck me!” with a gasp. A moment passed, as the sons held breath and father struggled to follow suit. He calmed and soothed; he stood and continued. On with their work, for soon this arborous foe would fall his day. The tree swayed and father and sons pushed and pulled. In the last act of defiance, it fell toward the family’s abode. With shortened limbs, it missed. Silent it became. One trunk down, two to go. But that is for another day.