Months later after the incident, the tree sat in the park watching children play around the park. But in the distance, he saw a tall figure coming towards him. A human with a sharp tool walked up to the tree. His tan skin was coated with the sharp hairs of his beard and his red patchwork shirt with his muddy jeans hugged his shape. He lifted up his shiny silver chain saw, ready to crank up. The human looked closely at the tree tracing his calloused fingers against the dry bark.
   "The town said it's time for you to go." The man whispered starting up his chainsaw. He instantly connected the sharp chain into the tree's bark, ripping the wood apart. The tree could not physically yell out and tell the man to stop. He screamed in agony within his satanic mind filled with hatred. He was dying the most cruel way, humans. As the blade reached closer to his other side, the tree felt himself fading. He wondered if they would do the same thing to his little tree if he ever decided to come out of the ground. Would he die the same way? As the blade connected with the last slide of part the tree tumbled onto the smooth green grass. But removing the tree from the park would not change what actions he took one night.
   The man moved the tree aside and went to his truck to remove the leftover trunk in the ground. When he returned with his strong shovel and various sharp objects. He stabbed the shovel into the ground. and began lifting the trunk. The man then used his other tools to reveal the multiple roots but suddenly he hit something that did not seem like a tree root. He began digging deeper and to reveal the tragic mystery that no person could figure out without considering the impossible. Implanted in the dirt, there lay the grim bones of a small child. The same small child that went  missing months before. The lumberjack dropped his tools and screamed in shock. He alerted the police immediately to which they came and took the bones away.
   The mystery of who the bones belonged to swept through town but nobody could predict the traumatic irony that was to come. When the DNA analysis was carried out it revealed the bones belonged to the young boy that had gone missing in the park months ago. The boy who was grieved over by a loving mother who screamed that he shouldn't of gone to the park alone, and a father who vowed to kill the murderer of his son. But the traumatic irony was the father did actually get to kill his son's murderer, for the lumberjack who had cut the evil tree down was in fact the father.