Gemotions

A wave of warmth flushed through Arthur as the crash echoed. He'd been waiting for this day. Years of that monstrous maple dropping seeds and leaves on his precisely manicured lawn! He rushed to the window, unable to stifle a chuckle. The sight! Branches sprawled everywhere, a chaotic masterpiece.

He clapped his hands together, the sound sharp in the quiet morning. "Excellent!" he proclaimed to his empty living room, the word almost a shout. He skipped towards the kitchen, already planning the victory barbecue.