Male Bonding

It only took eight hours, but my tree is down. I hid in my house from 2pm on, waiting to hear a crash. After a few hours, I ventured outside to find my husband up a tree and a complete stranger helping him. I walked to the back of the yard and saw a man, who seemed to be in his 60's, guiding my husband on where to cut the tree. I said hello and went back into the house. I watched as the stranger stood there under the tree for about four hours, assisting in the project. I heard the buzzing of the saw and the sound of logs dropping to the ground. Directly underneath the tree was a car and it is a miracle that not even one twig fell on it. I would have waited for the car to be moved before I started cutting, but no one listened to me. Later on, I found out that this man had relatives who lived on the block behind my house. I guess that all men are little boys at heart and the thought of cutting down a big tree seemed like an exciting adventure that could not be passed up.