SAVE THE TREE! SAVE THE TREE! chanted Colleen standing beneath a derelict, old, and rather dilapidated gum tree.
The protest had raged for weeks. Years ago, a visiting celebrity had planted an Australian gum. It was to commemorate the union between the two countries; Australian troops had fought alongside local troops in some forgotten war. The gum tree was planted ceremoniously in the park. And now the town council wanted it removed.
The village had grown over the years. The road out of town had been straightened and widened. There was still a dangerous curve. The gum tree was in the way. It had to go to make way for progress.
SAVE THE TREE! SAVE THE TREE! chanted Colleen and her friends. Colleen even enlisted the help of her fourteen grandchildren. That certainly swelled the numbers!
The dreaded day arrived. There is an almost iconic photograph (forget the man in front of the tank in Tiananmen Square) of Colleen standing, hands on hips, brazenly blocking the advancement of a bulldozer. And she won! She won! What a celebration! The tree was saved for the enjoyment of future generations!
Anyway, to cut a long story short, a few months later a phone call came around eleven at night. Colleen’s grandson was killed in a car accident. His car hit a tree on a dangerous corner on the way out of town.
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
Well, you win some, you lose some.
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Ouch!
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You bring out the dark side in people, obviously.
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He does doesn’t he!
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Not true!
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Prove it …….
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I never knew there was a dark side!
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Cynthia and I will be delighted to educate you.
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I prefer to live in the light!
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Hah!
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Very unfortunate. But she still has thirteen other grandchildren!
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And tirteen is better than tree.
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Two true!
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You one!
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Nought.
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Nine.
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My dog eight my comment.
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One-one was a dog.
Two-two was one two.
One-one eight one comment.
Two-two eight one two.
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😀
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Just when I was thinking you had given up killing someone off in every story …………….
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Perhaps my new light catcher might caste a more positive glow over things in future!
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🙂 I think you really need a triple strand double yellow glimmery, shiny, blingy one ……….
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What I need is some sunshine! Not a glimmer this morning, and I have it hanging expectantly.
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I could send you some – it’s been just a tad too hot here this week.
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We’ve had the fire going most of the week!
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Of course you have! I forget sometimes that I live in the Riviera of Antarctica and bask in sunlight while the rest of the country …. doesn’t 🙂
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Now – I love the little house on the light catcher with the little dog and cat and music notes! Fantastic!
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Every charm or group of charms tells a story 🙂 I’m glad you love it.
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Pauline does a bit of magic with the charms on her light catchers….you should see the ones I have on mine!
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Wow, didn’t see that coming, but appreciate the darkness all the same hahah
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It’s nice to meet a blogger that enjoys a bit of blood and guts!
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I suppose we can feel some contentment that he died surrounded by the familiar in the arms (or branches) of one he had loved. I blame the Aussies!
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By gum! I think you’re right!
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I wonder what happened to that man in Tiananmen square after he said “No t’anks.” You are the master of the evil twist, Goodman.
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T’anks for the compliment. Hee hee.
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Irony of ironies, hey?
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Indeed it is! Thanks, Jan.
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I wasn’t expecting that -figured she’s get run over by the bulldozer,.
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Goodness me no! I like to have happy endings! 😀
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Oh dear 😦
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LOL! Take consolation that it’s just a story!
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It just wasn’t one of your usual endings. It came as a bit of a shock. I thought a branch was maybe going to fall and donk her on the head. Instead this just donked me! Great story Bruce 🙂
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Thanks Bee! It was a pleasure to end a story by having someone die (for a change!)
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lol! I do it all the time. Maybe I should try letting someone live for a change!
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Between you, Bruce and Cynthia you are dragging us all over to the dark side
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Oh – keep looking on the bright side, Derrick, and we’ll all win in the end! (I hope)
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Seriously – you both brighten every day
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You’re not too un-shiney yourself!
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🙂
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At first, I thought it ironic. Then I remembered it was a tree, so now I think it wooden.
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O Keith! That outdoes the weakest of my puns! Wooden you know.
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One does what one can, old chap; one does what one can.
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They say God’s mill grinds grinds slow.
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Slowly and surely… round and round… at least that’s the way it sometimes looks…
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This sounds like Monkey’s Paw. Read it once (as was made to at school when we were 6) and I never forgot the moral behind that story…
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Gosh – I have trouble remembering my own stories!
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