The Tree Begins to Fall
With one final cut, the towering oak began to groan. Mark backed away quickly as the tree swayed, its branches rustling ominously. Everyone in the yard held their breath. The tree fell slowly, almost gracefully, hitting the ground with a loud crash that sent a cloud of dust into the air. Max let out a short, sharp bark, startling everyone. But what came next was even more surprising, leaving the Petersons speechless.
Something Falls Out of the Tree
As the dust settled, something tumbled from the branches of the fallen tree. It wasn’t large, but enough to catch everyone’s attention. Mark stepped closer, his brow furrowed, as he tried to make sense of what it was. The object, covered in leaves and dirt, was round and metallic. It gleamed faintly under the sun. Max ran up to it, sniffing intensely. “What is that?” Sarah asked from behind Mark, her voice trembling.
