I am a lover of plants of all types so this harrowing account of my descent into a BABY tree KILLER is both uncomfortable and scary but first we must go back in time to sunny days and and a garden full of fruit to where it all started.
Six years ago I planted some strawberry plants just a few in a patch of land in front of house, and was happy to sit there each day till the sun went down regailing and exciting the strawberries with my tales of adventure and cunning, then on one cloudy day the new neighbours arrived; they seemed okay but little was I to know then what would come next.
They planted a tree in front garden, it grew over the years, I asked them to cut it back as it was shading my garden in second half of day, they did but not enough, luckily nature and a lot of pushing on the early tree meant it leans out of the way the more it grows so although it still stops those loving rays it is not completely. They full well know I hate this tree and its very selfish light stealing, we have to come in by 5.30 on hot days instead of when the sun goes down because of it, well I call it the tree of hate, will not take parcels in for them and have stopped my child playing with theirs.
Now the descent into murderous ways did not start till they planted another tree, this tree, was young and pretty, had everything to look forward to until the moment some brute in the dark surprised it, and a clear crack was heard in the dark, dark night, and a 46 year old man was seen running from the scene in an excited and frenzied manner, yes that indeed was me, and instead of being full of remorse and guilt have decided I am going to start watering their other tree with salt, if anyone knows of any help lines to help me stop this please respond, I am not proud of my BABY tree KILLING but so want to kill the older one, and have devious thoughts of pouring petrol on it when they go on holiday, I dont know what has come over me but that snap still ringing in my ears and it makes me feel good.
No its the slow game, well thought out, no evidence, and all witnesses die 
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