Man: I’m sick of the leaves in the gutters.
Tree: Did grandma just shudder? Did you hear what he uttered?
I wish we lived across the street! She doesn’t have gutters…
Tree: I’m a Pine. I guess I will be fine.
Tree: We all should take one last look at this pink and orange sky.
Tree: Maybe being a Pine shouldn’t have made me gloat.
Now I am standing here all alone.