Metal fangs scream as if arguing guided by the puppeteer's moist, weather-beaten leather covered fingers. Digging under the skin of a giant who bleeds a line of red surrounding its throat, life falls like snow to the ground. The man is so like the tree, circles of age wrinkles hidden under a rough outer face. The shadows stretch like the old men, sun falls behind the tallest' hair line. He is a cut-out of a man, stenciled and worn from the of monotonous work of the day.
       Single cut awakens the ancient creature slumbering his years away, dormant and peaceful, till its life is taken. In a kamikaze type of revenge, splinters bear teeth falling to the filth of the earth. A subconscious warning from all the swaying bystanders exploded against the empty skull protected by a thin layer of orange plastic. Bone crushing, gravity kissed monster fell to the frozen figurine that gazed swallowing the fear that rose. Dry, emptiness that had such an awful taste as the weight fell.
       Stones imbedding themselves into his spine replacing the bones the wood of the tree came down on his waist nailing his fingers into the solid nearly frozen ground. The chain saw crushed under the hatred of mother nature, in her hemp dress placed with care on her goose feathered bed. Agony, the bones turn to nothing more that shards of glass... pain forced him self to black out.
        Waking to hunger, digging from under his ribs. He hasn't eaten since lunch yesterday green eyes darted though the trees as twigs snapped under insanity. Like fingers cracking over and over, the sound replayed in his ears keeping him awake as the day seemed to continue. Voices seemed to come from the tree comforting him telling him he will live. A woman with a caring, soft voice seemed to stroke his hair singing to him songs he heard when he was young.
        
"There's a summer place
Where it may rain or storm
Yet I'm safe and warm
For within that summer place
Your arms reach out to me
And my heart is free from all care
For it knows

There are no gloomy skies
When seen through the eyes
Of those who are blessed with love

And the sweet secret of
A summer place
Is that it's anywhere
When two people share
All their hopes
All their dreams
All their love

There's a summer place
Where it may rain or storm
Yet I'm safe and warm
In your arms, in your arms
In your arms, in your arms
In your arms, in your arms"

       She sang, and a warmth he felt inside kept him from feeling so alone. Tears fell from his face and a smile torn chapped lips that was sown downward. He sung alone in the woods till he fell asleep, the last words he sung were "my heart is free with out care." That night he slept better then the last 30 years, before leaving the safety of his broken home and the torn couch he used to cry on. The dirt was more welcoming it seemed, "in your arms..."
        In the morning a dark shadow cautiously stepped toward him, a lone wolf starving and bleeding on its left paw. The skin was up against its ribs and the poor devil smiled with amusement. It opened its teeth and seemed to say how easy this is, thank you father...

And that was the easiest meal, he ever had.