Cut Down That Tree
When fall came around things started to get really heated. In the middle of the Petrovs’ yard stood a tall, beautiful oak tree. Its wide canopy provided shade and the couple loved listening to the birds who made their homes in its branches. However, Mr. Thompson was not so enchanted.
Every time Andrey saw his neighbor out in the garden, mowing his meticulously trimmed lawn, he would complain about the tree. “It blocks my view, Andrey, and all of those pesky leaves fall into my yard, and it’s me who’s forced to spend hours clearing them away. Leaf blowers don’t come cheap you know. Please do the right and civil thing and cut the flipping thing down,” he demanded. But Andrey wasn’t going to give in that easily.