The Undertaker's Stepson

Today, my neighbor lent me her husband, equipped with chain saw. While my devilish side can think of plenty of things to do with a chainsaw-wielding man at my command, I kept things to the matter we had discussed; him cutting down 4 trees for me. I'm no wanton tree murderer - there is little sap on our hands. One tree was already dead. Another tree, known as The Mutated Cherry Tree, was asking for trouble under a power line. Two others were out-of-place tree ferns (5 other tree ferns remain in my garden).

While chainsaw-wielding man downed trees, I planted a new tree, a slim silver birch, well away from any power lines. Then we whisked the downed trees away to be turned into mulch next door. All this saved me about $300, so I am very grateful to my neighbors. The guy even helped me dig the hole for the new tree. When I tried to demurr after already receiving so much help, he said, "My stepfather's an undertaker..." How could I refuse after this? He deepened the tree-planting site with some sharp, artful digs of the shovel.

Also, tecno_fairy is gone from my abode, but will never be forgotten, for I have a beautiful new corset thanks to her. The picture (to be taken soon) will be worth a thousand words on this one, trust me.