An ode to a tree

A tree has suddenly been chopped down in the garden at work. We’re puzzled to the point of hysteria by exactly how such a snap, comedy action has happened and what the motive was. Each time we speak to someone, the plot thickens. It is a fine cactus tree, probably worth a lot, now lying crestfallen. Overnight someone has hacked it into smaller pieces that scatter the driveway. Sometimes the eccentricity of the people you meet can befuddle. And the lack of logic to purely follow orders without stopping to think if it’s in jest, or makes sense. Who’s to blame and who will be held accountabIe, we don’t know. Maybe it’s a case of the juju. Here’s the fallen tree. Victim of an impulsive outburst. Or throwaway comment. We’ll never know...