The Creature

It was about two years ago. My wife called me from a forest a cried. I thought that someone was dead. In fact someone was. The forest was dead. The forest close to our home was cut down. Just few tall threes were left to seed new life in the empty raped land. It was our neighbour who owned the forest, and had right to control it and use it for economical benefit. Now two years later, nobody is crying anymore, but there ex forest stays there to remind us about corgeus walks, smell, bird sing and that the memorable phone call.