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Susie watched Judy and her friends bring down the oak and did not interfere. When the tree was completely destroyed, Susie approached Judy where she stood amid chips of fresh oak flesh littering the ground.
“You came for a story,” said Judy. She took in great gulps of air. Her face was wet from sweat, cheeks bright red. “Did you get one?”
“I think so,” said Susie.
“Yeah,” said Judy. “I think so, too.”
Some of the residents, who had come out to help Judy by cutting up the limbs into smaller pieces, clapped Judy on the back and told her how amazing she was. Judy acknowledged them with a slight nod of her head, like this was nothing.
And, in truth, it was nothing. She had cut down a tree. Happens every day. But to Susie it had the air of something bigger and more important.
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