As I wandered into work this morning, I was greeted by a forlorn Dr. Maurer. 'Have you seen what they're doing to the trees?' I hadn't, so he said, 'Well, go downstairs and see' as he marched off. And, this is what I saw.
Around the oaks, the only adornments of sinking Carpenter, lay piles of oaken branches.
And more piles. And more.
And, all I could think was, 'Why, UD, why?'