There was no way that Calvin would cut the hedge. His wife went on and on about it.
“It stops the chilly winds blowing in from the snow-clad mountains,” said Calvin.
“It stops us seeing the spectacular view of the snow-clad mountains,” said Gillian.
Since it was Calvin whose task it was to cut the hedge, the hedge grew tall.
Then Gillian and Calvin moved away. Gillian’s job demanded it. They didn’t sell their house; they rented it out through an agency.
“You do realize,” said the rental agency man, “that if you cut the hedge and could see the spectacular view of the snow-clad mountains, you could charge an extra couple of hundred or so dollars a week. People will pay through the nose for a view like that.”
The hedge was cut down before lunch. To hell with the chilly winds blowing in from the snow-clad mountains.