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Tree. What could I tell you about it? It was simply evil and mean. It was grabbing hair of passers by, kicking their hats. It didn't only eat kites but all sort of innocent creatures.

No one could end the terror of this tree. No matter how diligently community workers were chopping off the branches, evil tree always found new uses for the fresh stumps. It would simply spit splinters and pierce balloons, waiting for the limbs to grow back, and city gardeners didn't have time to dedicate all their efforts to this single tree.

Neighbors from this tree's hood, who suffered the most from this wicked plant tried to bring goats and sheep to tame it. As you can tell for yourselves that was quite silly plan, but they conducted it. Sheep came. Browsed a bit at tree's sapling branches and roots, peed and that was all.

Desperate, citizens ceased trying to invent new brilliant scheme, so they simply invited a wise man. I don't know where did they find wise man's cell phone, but they managed to bring him in. He arrived and inspected tree from every side. He wrote down his observations in little black notepad. He had small torch light in shape of pencil. Or was it a pencil in shape of torch? Whatever, really. So he used it to light into the deep crevices in the dark tree's bark. He even took a sample with tiny hammer and chisel, and returned home.

So, I'll let you decide for yourselves if tree continued to torture the neighborhood or the wise man did manage to beat it's pants off.