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Unfortunately the storm severed that particular limb and deposited it across the hood of his car. The next morning I removed the limb from his car and by a stroke of luck the car only suffered some superficial scratches. For a reason I can't recall, it was necessary for me to make an early trip to town. Upon my return there was my son, chain saw in hand, ready to give that tree its proper reward. Only my pleading saved the chinaberry tree from certain destruction. "Dad, that old tree has got to go, a limb will eventually fall and hurt somebody or cause damage to someone's car, maybe yours", was my son's argument. I had to agree but I couldn't concede. My argument against cutting the tree down fell on un-hearing ears. Pleading for the woodpeckers and other birds that made nests in the tree over the years, was to no avail. Only when I compared myself to the old tree, was I able to establish an upper hand in the argument. "I suppose when I get down you'll do the same to me as you're planning to do to that old chinaberry tree," I pleaded. |
That was the turning point in the argument and saved the old tree.
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