Dear Dr. Seuss Tree,
God, you were persistent. And strange. Someone had cut you down before we arrived and I’m guessing somebody is still cutting you down now. We tried to let you grow, to see what you would become. That’s when my sister named you. You did, indeed, look like something from one of Dr. Seuss’s books, all pompomy and top heavy.
I’m glad I don’t have to deal with you anymore.
Goodbye,
-e.