
They came on their bikes and they cut down my tree1.
Its branches couldn’t withstand the determined set of their jaw, thudding heavily to the ground as they lost the battle against the teeth of their saws.
The neighbors gathered below sounded like the Queen of Hearts shouting “off with their heads”, as they pointed at one branch and then another and said “chop it all off”.
I stood on the terrace and watched in horror, as the house in front of mine came slowly into view with every felled branch.
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