Chop! Chop, chop, chop - this is taking a while - chop, chop, chop, there it goes, just about done -
It doesn't fall over to one side or another, like an ordinary tree.
The cubes it's made up of become relevant. Each cube separates itself from the others, shrinks itself down to the size of a sugarcube, and falls to the ground harmlessly in a rain of little wooden cubes. Plop. Plopplopplopplop. The tree is now no longer a tree. There isn't even a stump left. Or, a hole in the ground where the stump would be. Just - flat grass, like the tree hadn't even been there at all.
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Date: 2015-03-16 05:21 am (UTC)It doesn't fall over to one side or another, like an ordinary tree.
The cubes it's made up of become relevant. Each cube separates itself from the others, shrinks itself down to the size of a sugarcube, and falls to the ground harmlessly in a rain of little wooden cubes. Plop. Plopplopplopplop. The tree is now no longer a tree. There isn't even a stump left. Or, a hole in the ground where the stump would be. Just - flat grass, like the tree hadn't even been there at all.