Gemotions

John practically vibrated as he rushed to answer the doorbell. He'd been itching for something, *anything* to spice up the day. He threw the door open to find Mrs. Gable, a small woman with a worried expression.

“John, dear,” she began, fiddling with her purse strap, "about that tree, the one on the border... it’s quite big, and I’m a bit nervous about the next storm…”

John’s eyes lit up. He bounced on the balls of his feet. “Oh, the willow? No problem at all, Mrs. Gable! If you want it gone, let’s get it done! Think of all the extra sunshine we’ll both have!"

"Well, I just…" Mrs. Gable sputtered, clearly taken aback by his fervor.

“Imagine,” John cut in, already mentally rearranging his patio furniture. “A beautiful, bright yard! It’ll be a total game-changer!” He was practically levitating with anticipation.