OK, doesn't this picture look like a preschool chain gang in action?! I promise they are not wearing ankle bracelets -- really! We had a tree come down last week with all the heavy winds, and little did I know that it was not just a passing inconvenience. Instead it turned out to be the best jungle gym known to boy-kind! How did I not manage to see that one coming? The simple answer -- I don't think like a five-year-old boy. I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad about that one. Getting excited about a popsicle seems to be a great way to coast through life!
Boy, they had a great ole time, way better than on any civilized swing set from Sam's Club. They toiled away, smacking at the branches with some mini croquet mallets and then making careful measurements with the Bob the Builder tape measurer. It was serious business, folks. One mallet couldn't handle the pressure and broke in two. Honestly, though, by the time they were done, the tree looked much less daunting with all of its branches hacked off (and painstakingly measured to boot.)
So here's my marketing idea -- to sell fallen trees to the American masses. Hey, let's call them "Organic Fallen Trees" as no pesticides, antibiotics or growth hormones were used in their development. Plus these environmentally-friendly trees are biodegradable and 100% recyclable as firewood, kindling, or as part of an obstacle course. They'll be all the rage this Christmas -- move on over, Zhu Zhu pets! Get your Organic Fallen Tree while they last!
LibbY
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