Gemotions

A grin stretched across Marcus's face as he watched the colossal tree succumb to gravity. The crash had shaken his own house, but the sight that followed – Ms. Abernathy’s enormous elm sprawled across her pristine lawn – was pure theatre. He clapped his hands once, a sharp sound in the sudden quiet.

He practically skipped across the lawn, his chest alight. He envisioned the clearing process, the potential for salvageable wood. He already had plans, swirling in his head. "Well, this is a *development*!" he hooted, his eyes sparkling.

He knew just the thing. He grabbed his phone and called his best friend. "You will not *believe* this! Bring the pickup. I'm thinking a whole weekend of firewood!"