Gemotions

"Oh, dear," he murmured, feigning concern. He clutched his chest dramatically, staring at the chaos next door. The giant sequoia, a source of endless boasting for the Thompsons, was now sprawled across their pool. The inflatable flamingo was gone.

He knew their insurance premiums were already astronomical. He would find a way to get a good look at the damage.

He adjusted his sunglasses, and casually strolled toward the mess. They’d bragged one time too many about the size of their trees. He would be sure to be there when the insurance adjuster came.