she was prepared for bumping into him this time. she was going to convince him to not cut down trees - no matter how long it took.
"you shouldn't cut down trees." she said once she saw him. he raised an eyebrow, and she continued. "they produce oxygen, which you need, to live."
"there are plenty more trees in the world," he said.
"and there are plenty more people like you in the world, who cut down trees." she said.
he shrugged, swinging his axe into another tree.
she then huffed, storming off. she would get this boy who she met the other day to stop cutting down trees - no matter what it took.
