Gemotions

The phone wouldn't stop ringing. He ignored it for the fourth time. He just wanted to read his paper. Then, a massive thud, like the earth itself had shifted, filled the air.

He went outside to investigate. The colossal spruce in the Browns' yard, a tree he had always found aesthetically unpleasing, was now lying prone, its roots exposed to the sky. He frowned, considering the implications for his own property.

He went back inside, muttering about the cost of clean-up and the complete uselessness of tree trimming services.