The trees were getting sick. And dying from being cut down. So Mike and I were being trimmed too.
And we always talked to the birds and leaves. So the next day I looked at Mike's trunk and he was gone! And so I cried. So I got trimmed even more. And finely I got cut down.
I fell down. I saw a picture of Mike and it was beautiful.
[Image: Sarah Jameson]
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