RAMBLINGS OF THE MIND

“Strauss, are they c-c-c-cutting me now? Are th-th-th-they felling me now? Please, I d-d-d-don’t want to die…”

 

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“Look all around you, Trish. All trees around you have dead branches. The branches are likely to snap off and fly through the air, if you fall on those trees. These flying limbs are called widow-makers. Cutters avoid these. So if they cut you, the only logical direction of the fall is towards me. And they wouldn’t allow you to drop right on top of the most intelligent bench on this park. You feel me, Trish?”  Trish was quiet, unsure of what to say.

“If they want to cut you, the first thing they do is to clear a working space around your butt and prepare an escape path. Then they do a brushing out, or clip off small brushes close to the ground,” Strauss explained with the clarity of a college professor. He continued, “But, they are not doing any of that to you. Understand? So don’t worry, they are not felling you. You feel me, Trish?”
 
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For a moment her simple mind was trying to comprehend the complicated things on her head. She looked down and saw her best friend, Twigee. Looked around her, and Trish noticed the space around her friend was cleared out. It was when she stopped trembling that she started shouting…
 
”T-t-t-t-t-t-twig g-g-g-g-gee-e-e-e-e-e-e!”