Gemotions

The poplar, which had stood so tall and proud, was now resting on Mr. Henderson's shed. My eyes widened with a slight feeling of… delight. I covered my mouth with a hand, suppressing a giggle that threatened to burst forth. The contrast between the tree's former majesty and its current state was just too much.

I picked up my phone, quickly making a call. “You’ll never guess what happened,” I began, my voice already laced with mirth. The thought of sharing the news and hearing the reactions of my friends and family was so much fun. I stretched, a delightful energy coursing through me.

This was going to be the talk of the neighborhood.