The noise of the machines grew louder. He had to hurry. He strained with effort as he pulled his roots back through the earth they had fought so hard to penetrate. If he wasn’t clear of the valley by the time they arrived he would have no choice but to freeze in place. Then he would most certainly be cut down. Damn these two legged creatures, he said to himself, who are they to cast me out? In the near distance a machine screamed. He thought of his cousins to the west who had not had time to run. He redoubled his efforts. He would not be cut down in his prime.