Since we're a pack of rampant rednecks here at 112 North Avenue, we get ourselves into some strange and disturbing situations. Already I need to clarify. When I say "we," I mean Jeff and occasionally Coop. A while back one of the neighbor's dead trees from the fence row broke off but didn't fall all the way over. It isn't pretty and is quite possibly dangerous. Obviously Jeff's dusted off the graph paper, slide rule, and other useless tools. Well, that and an old garden hose. Oops. I mean "rope." I missed the first part of the show, but somehow he and Coop got the tree lassoed then invited me out to watch them pull it over. The flaw in the plan (if I have to pick just one) is that a garden hose can only withstand so much stress. Somewhere in round three of tug-of-war with the tree, after the heated discussion about using the momentum of the tree to their advantage, the hose broke. Since Jeff was the anchor man for the team, he was practically on the ground and didn't have far to fall. Coop, however, was the front guy and went flying when the hose broke. If his neck weren't sore, this would be funny. I'm just glad he didn't land in the fire he'd started earlier in the evening. It could happen. Not to most people, but it could happen to Coop.
I quit watching shortly after making sure Coop was basically okay. Somehow they got the tree off the stump, only to discover that the tree is attached to and suspended from another tree by some insidious grapevine. Now it's like an all-natural pinata, except when you whack this pinata (with its own stick), all you might get would be critters and bird shit.
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