“This was in my yard and you have the only golden maple on the block!” Her high pitched witchy voice cracks my eardrums.
“Uh, they kind of fall of the tree this time of year.” I’m perplexed by the poisonous tone of a snake of a person.
“It is your responsibility to remove them from my property right away or I’ll go to the authorities!!” Her seriousness is unmistakable.
Written as part of a challenge called Three Line Tales , details are available at