Good-bye, Mr. Maple

I'm saying good-bye to Mr. Maple. I have no idea how old he is. Just that he stands in my front yard all day and all night, in a very bad spot. His roots play havoc with my sewer line and he sucks all the moisture out of the ground so nothing else can grow. So, sadly, the time had come to say good-bye. One of my neighbors has offered to cremate his remains. I administered Last Rites to him this evening. I'll miss him, but his time has come. At least he's leaving his body to a good cause. Don't know yet exactly when he's leaving this world, depends on the weather. So good-bye, Mr. Maple--as the squirrels would say, it was nice gnawing ya.