I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Tall Man has made the oak tree angry. It is shaking its arms at us. Scary!
Me: I don’t see any anger. It seems rather calm to me.
Stella: How would you feel if someone went buzz buzz and cut off your branches?
Me: Those branches were scraping the roof. If left alone, they would have damaged the roof, maybe even caused a leak.
Stella: But when I go out, the oak tree shakes its leaves at me. It knows, Lady Human! IT KNOWS!
Me: That is the breeze. If you think about it, the oak tree shakes its leaves at you every day except in the dead of summer.
Stella: No, the oak tree is truly angry. Tall Man should have asked for permission before he used his buzz saw.
Me: I promise you that the oak is healthy and now those limbs will never break, and the roof is safe.
Stella: Who cares about a roof?
Me: Have you ever lived under a leaky one?
Stella: Yes.
Me: Okay, well, since you came here, have you ever been under a leaky roof?
Stella: No. Oh. I see. Leaky roofs aren’t so great. But what are we going to do about the angry oak? What if it starts moving closer to the door?
Me: That is not the way of trees, Stella. Trees pretty much stay put.
Stella: If you say so, I guess I have to take your word for it. Still, I am going to keep an eye on that tree. Just hand me that saw. Everybody has a right to self-defense.
Me: Let’s see. Dog with a chainsaw. Nope.
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