These humans were impossible, Mr. Hobson grumbled to himself. Just because a tree was dead, didn’t mean you cut it down. What business of theirs was it anyway? He’d had human neighbours before, and sometimes they’d planted ivy or nasturtiums to cover his house. Bad enough, but cutting it down? Now his 3 story highly des res was gone, and he needed to find another place to live.
As he left he put a firecracker on his former neighbours’ step and lit it, just to let them know how angry he was.
He truly didn’t mean to burn their house down.
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Stray Thoughts 
This is charming. I love it.
Thanks. Mr. Hobson says hello.
that was wild and nice 🙂
Thank-you kindly.