found drama

The weirdest thing is that we don’t find it at all weird that the back yard starts an immediate sharp upward slow right outside the back door of the house. What frustrates us (dad and I) is that we can’t seem to get certain elements leveled like we expect. This trio of trees is unbalanced. We comment on how we need to get fortified against the coming zombies despite the fact that the greying skies indicate that nature will by us some time. (Zombies take refuge in rain storms.) He keeps trying to level these trees by pulling them up or else pushing them down. I wonder if they’re not connected somehow – – and pulling one up is just a recipe for the others getting pulled down. After a while I remark that we’d be wise to give up on this seemingly futile task now and just get back into the cover of the house and finish the interior fortifications. This is just too much for dad, who (having finally had it) chops down one of the trees. Once chopped down, the trees snap themselves into the form of televisions. My dad takes the axe blade and smashes in the newest of the three televisions. (This despite my protest that if he were to take vengeance out on any of them, why not the oldest-looking, least functional one?) He blows me off and explains that our energies are better spent elsewhere. He starts hauling the patio bricks inside.

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