Gemotions

The sun felt hotter on my skin, even though I was in the shade of the very tree that was causing the uproar. Mrs. Davies, my neighbor, wanted it gone, the mighty cedar. Apparently, the needles were "everywhere," and the sap was a menace to her prized patio furniture. I studied her face, the wrinkles around her mouth seeming to deepen with frustration.

I felt something bubbling inside, a lightness, a sense of pure delight. I could almost hear the little dance of anticipation in my head.

"Well, now," I began, my voice deliberately slow and thoughtful. "That is quite a quandary, isn't it?"