This is a story about a big pine tree in my yard. It was last winter and there was a snowstorm. The snow was coming down fast, and the wind was really loud. We woke up the next morning and saw that the tree and roots were uplifted. Then I heard my mom say, “Oh no,” and we all saw the tree. And then we went outside and went to go look at hit. We saw the tree leaning over at an angle. Then my dad said, “We need to call the tree men and have them fix it.” And now, since last year, the tree is still standing there on an angle, and we still haven’t called the tree repairmen.

--Kurt Hefner