As you may know, I commute to work. It's a hour drive (one way) and it's one I've been making for almost 5 years, so I'm pretty familiar with the scenery. Once a year or so the highway department sends their tree crew out to sheer back the median and shoulder woods. It's a two step process:
Step one: Cut down the trees. They use a machine that just lays the trees down in a single, perfect very long row.
Step two: Chop up said down trees. They then bring in a wood chopping machine and shred all the downed trees into tiny bits of mulch which they leave on site.
So how can I turn that into something entertaining...by imagining those trees as things with emotions and feelings, of course! So with that in mind something like this occurs to me: Those poor survivor trees. Not only do they have to witness their friends and family being mowed down and then chopped up, now they are also forced to stare at their remains. It's a tree tragedy, I tell you!
You know, if trees had feelings and all.
(I blame part of this piece of my imagination on the movie "Fern Gully" for it was that little fairy, Crysta, who made me realize that trees hurt too! It was also that little fairy that kept 5 of my cousins from ever viewing that movie. Poor things. I bet when they hit 18 they rushed out to see all the movies they weren't allowed to watch growing up...starting with the cartoons!)