Once upon a time, there was a little Windmill Palm tree that came to live at a house near Seattle. He was a little fella and seemed to like the sunny place where he was planted.
He grew and grew and after several years, seemed to enjoy blocking the view from the front windows and have an evil plan to take the roof off with a few more feet of height.
So the little palm had to go. An ad was placed, and a brave soul who lived nearby came over to take the palm home with him.
For awhile, it seemed as if the palm had other plans. The men dug, they cut roots, they dug some more. They rocked, they dug, they rocked some more.
Finally, the palm decided to go along with the plan and assumed a horizontal position.
But then the men worried that there weren't enough of them to take the palm captive and cart him off to his new home. This palm was heavy!
After fussing and straining and revising plans, boards were cut, ropes were attached, muscles were strained, and the palm made its way around the house.
The next challenge: getting up into the trailer. By now, the men had had enough of the palm trying to thwart their plans, and let it know who was in charge. Up into the trailer it went.
And so, after a mere two hours or so, the palm headed for its new home.
He grew and grew and after several years, seemed to enjoy blocking the view from the front windows and have an evil plan to take the roof off with a few more feet of height.
So the little palm had to go. An ad was placed, and a brave soul who lived nearby came over to take the palm home with him.
For awhile, it seemed as if the palm had other plans. The men dug, they cut roots, they dug some more. They rocked, they dug, they rocked some more.
Finally, the palm decided to go along with the plan and assumed a horizontal position.
But then the men worried that there weren't enough of them to take the palm captive and cart him off to his new home. This palm was heavy!
After fussing and straining and revising plans, boards were cut, ropes were attached, muscles were strained, and the palm made its way around the house.
The next challenge: getting up into the trailer. By now, the men had had enough of the palm trying to thwart their plans, and let it know who was in charge. Up into the trailer it went.
And so, after a mere two hours or so, the palm headed for its new home.
Good luck, big guy. I hope to see you again sometime.
On the bright side, we can see the back yard again!
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