Post by Ranger Grove on Jun 28, 2012 10:46:49 GMT -5
In the middle of Whitetail Wood, a blackened stump still smoldered from last night’s storm, the rest of the tree laid out on the ground next to it.
Looking over the wreckage, Ranger Grove sighed, “I really wish those weather pegasai would be more careful...”
The ranger trotted in circles around the tree, surveying the damage. It looked like no animals were hurt, but it still was a shame that the tree was struck by that lightning bolt. Out of curiousity, he propped his hooves up on the stump, and curiously tried to determine the age of the tree... But the wood was too charred to make out any sort of rings. “It was old, that’s for sure...” he frowned and returned to the cart that he had managed to drag all the way out here in the woods.
A shovel was waiting there for him, along with some rope, and a fresh new sapling, bundled up and ready to be planted. The The ranger triple-checked to make sure that the two trees were the exact same species. He wanted to make sure that this weather fluke made as little impact on nature’s balance as possible.
He dutifully took up the shovel in his mouth and trotted over to the stump, and started to dig. It was slow going, but slowly but surely he began to undermine and loosen up the old stump.
Looking over the wreckage, Ranger Grove sighed, “I really wish those weather pegasai would be more careful...”
The ranger trotted in circles around the tree, surveying the damage. It looked like no animals were hurt, but it still was a shame that the tree was struck by that lightning bolt. Out of curiousity, he propped his hooves up on the stump, and curiously tried to determine the age of the tree... But the wood was too charred to make out any sort of rings. “It was old, that’s for sure...” he frowned and returned to the cart that he had managed to drag all the way out here in the woods.
A shovel was waiting there for him, along with some rope, and a fresh new sapling, bundled up and ready to be planted. The The ranger triple-checked to make sure that the two trees were the exact same species. He wanted to make sure that this weather fluke made as little impact on nature’s balance as possible.
He dutifully took up the shovel in his mouth and trotted over to the stump, and started to dig. It was slow going, but slowly but surely he began to undermine and loosen up the old stump.