So, the other day a bunch of tree surgeons started cutting down a tree in the courtyard of my apartment building. Unlike many courtyards in New York, ours is attractive, with flowers, trees, flowering trees, and a fountain with a metal frog on top. Because I find our courtyard attractive I began to think of how sad it was that this tree was being sacrificed, and each buzzzz, crraack, whoossh, and thudd landed like a blow to my conscience. I thought to myself, "Why do humans do these things to poor defenseless creatures? What is the motivation for such cruelty?"
I couldn't think of an answer, so I just finished my veal and started on the dishes.
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