Man, another long day. But that doesn't even matter! Cause tomorrow is going to be my birthday and each year birds hop on my branches and sing, a peaceful melody because it's a great way to start off my day. Wait a darn second....what is that loud racket.

I see...people? Haven't seen them since last year when all my friends went away, they never did come back from their vacation. Hmm I wonder where they went.
(sounds of chainsaw grow louder)

Oh I seem to be tipping over. My roots are detached, the men with their mechanisms cut me in to pieces and haul me into their weird mobile machines. Night approaches and I fall asleep, it seems like its going to be a long way to where ever they are taking me.