Hairy Bob slept under that tree. Nobody minded except them newcomers – they asked Hairy to leave but Hairy told ’em this was his tree as much as God’s!
One evening Hairy shuffled into the Churchyard; it was gone – just a big old hole where his tree once stood.
Now, Hairy knew that ugly tree had taken a few bolts over the years. ‘Protected the Church’ he said, but them newcomers knew better – they didn’t know stink. That night came a terrible storm. CRACK! – a direct hit on the steeple and damned if the whole place didn’t burn down.
Them newcomers shoulda listened to Hairy.
This is my entry into this weeks 100 word challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.