I drove by the old home place last week. The new owners had done some yard work and had chopped down the shrubbery that had grown in front of the porch for the last 50-plus years. The big holly tree had been pruned and looked much better and a few other trees in the front yard had received a pruning as well. The house looked good, I thought.
As Old Miss Crabtree pulled him out of the classroom by the ear, Down the Street Bully Brad sneered at me through clenched yellow teeth, “After school, I’m gonna pound you into the ground like a nail!”
