The Tree Killer

Hi. 

My name is Willie. 

I'm two years old. 

I have a problem. 

A very big problem. 

A real choker of an issue...

I eat trees... 

My owners have had to put chicken wire around some of my victims. 

Others are tougher and I love to leave my mark on them as I run through the yard. 

I just get excited. 

I see a squirrel.

I eat a tree. 

I see Lola running. 

I eat a tree.

Someone calls my name. 

I eat a, guess what?

Yes!

A tree!

This is my favorite tree to eat. 

The bark is super tasty and not as choke-inducing as some of the others. 

Now don't get me wrong, I choke on bark fragments after I eat this one, too. 

But still, it's my fav. 

And I just know my family loves hearing me gag and hack when I get bits of bark stuck in my throat. 

And then there's my friend Lola. 

She has a problem, too. 

She prefers eating the wheels on the wagon. 

Pulling it around by her teeth. 

She also goes after lawn mower, wheelbarrow, and car tires. 

She's my hero...