Gemotions

"Oh, my," Sarah exclaimed, staring at the sight of the giant redwood now sprawled across Mr. Peterson's back garden. It was a disaster, a true tangled mess. Sarah, however, felt a wave of exhilaration.

She went inside, pulled on some practical clothes, and grabbed her toolbox, the weight of it comforting in her hands. She marched confidently over to Mr. Peterson’s front door. "Don't you worry, Mr. Peterson," she said. "I'll handle this. I've done this before."

The sun felt good on her skin as she began to survey the damage, calculating the angles, the cuts, the plan of attack. It was a mess, yes, but also a puzzle to be solved. And she excelled at puzzles.