an enormous apple tree
We had an enormous apple
tree in our garden only a few yard from the kitchen window. “We really must cut
that tree down,” my husband said, soon after we moved into the house. “I’m sure
it’s dangerous. “Don’t be silly,” said. I quiet liked the tree myself. “It’s
quiet safe. It isn’t going to fall on the house!” “Well, I read something in
the paper the other day,” he said. “A tree crashed into a woman’s bedroom
during storm. She was going to get rid of the tree – and now she’s in hospital.
In the end, after several
arguments of this kind, we asked a couple of workmen to come along and cut the
tree down. It was not an easy Job. In fact, it took them all morning. But at
last the tree was lying on the ground. “What about the roots? the men asked.
“Shall we take them out too or leave them?” “Oh, take them out<” I said.
“Let’s make a good job of it!.”
This took all afternoon and
I was beginning to think about the size of the bill! There was along a big hole
in the garden! “You’ll be able to put all your old rubbish in there!” The men
said as they left.
My husband climbed down
into the hole and began to look around. “Het, look!” he called up to me. “There
are some old coins here! And I think they’re gold!” I climbed down into for the
hole and we started to dig around, hoping to find some more coins. We did – and
we also found a small metal box. We broke it open. It was full of jewellery –
rings, necklaces, and found bracelets.
“Gosh!” I said, “I suppose
someone hid these things in the ground – perhaps during a war!” “They’re
probably worth a small fortune!” my husband said. “Well, aren’t you glad now
that you got rid of that old tree.
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