Spring 1968 – A Vengeance Clothed in Hard Wood

 

The stump lurched to one side and then swayed back to an upright position. With a creaking, splintering sound a vertical crack opened in its “face”. Within the new mouth I saw hundreds toothpicklike wooden “teeth”. The stump shivered again and split as something like a leg lifted up the right side roots and set them down again a foot closer to the house. The tree thing had taken its first step.