It was not a dark and stormy night, it was a bright blue sky day. As the appointed time grew near, the witnesses to this horrible event started to gather.
The doers of this dirty deed appeared out of nowhere as they surrounded the intended victim. The crowd slowly sunk back across the street waiting for the first silent scream.
Small pieces fell to earth little by little with little respect for its life long contributions to the comm’‘’unity. As the larger parcels begin to fall the instigators of this unfortunate event slowly moved to the back of the crowd that had gathered to witness this dastardly deed as if they were not sure the correct decision had been made.
As the last chunk hit the ground you could feel the sadness in the air. The despair of the moment was like a cloud over the small crowd that by now was standing silent.
No longer will little children frolic within the shade of this Mother Oak, little girls will no longer set up their tea for the dolls, little boys will never climb among its protecting branches, old ladies will never rock and knit under its protecting branches.
The event of this day will go down in history as one of the saddest days the Ghost from Dirty Gulch has ever witnessed.
Old men will never again lean against its comforting trunk and tell tales of the days of yore. That frustrated mother Elvira bird must look for a new home to raise her young and that lively gray squirrel Melvin who had so much fun running up and down must now move on to unfamiliar territory.
The jury of that twenty seven who voted guilty completely ignored the petition signed by 126 concerned citizens
The investigation into this tragic event will continue until all facts are presented to the citizens of the village.
One of the beauties of Mountain Ranch is gone now, but the rich memories of what was remains. We have had our moment in time, and while some may go on forever, others must be content to be memories of the past.
So it is with this small and unforgettable memory.
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