"I don't need a stump anymore," said the boy to the tree. "I just want to use the space for grass now."
"Well," said the tree, "I will tell you where the chainsaw is so that you can make me flat."
And so the boy did.
And then he got some Roundup to finish the job.
The end.
Goodbye, once-wonderful, recently diseased, now deceased cherry tree.


literally just dumped the last cup of cherry juice down the sink (after drinking most of it). how wasteful I have been in my ignorance
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