Terror Tree

Twas a beautiful and fine day. The air was cool and fresh. In the clear blue cloudless sky the early morning sun shone down brightly over the sparkling green hills of Lancashire. But it seems all was not well.

Old Grumpy Tree was fed up of those young whippersnappers coming along, taunting him and invading his space. It was a big enough field. What did they want?

This corner was his and had been for a long time and so this morning he decided he'd had enough of these twiggy upstarts giving him cheek.

Old Grumpy waited... then, to my surprise and horror, set about them with his big stick.