Harold Gillis told everyone gathered around him that he was sorry that he had cut down the wrong tree and crushed the old lady and several pigeons she was feeding.
"Look, it could happen to any of us. We think the tree is going to fall a certain way and we cut the other side and tie it off tho the truck and pull it away from the benches as I use my chain saw."
Harold also told the sheriff that he was the one who ordered the tree to be cut down in the first place and he never should have allowed the old far..lady to be on the bench in the first place.
That's when Sheriff Cassidy took Harold by the collar and took him out back and showed him the roped off area and the tree he was supposed to have cut down.
"See, that is a dead tree. The one you cut down was alive."
"Well...Oh... But"
That was when a brick jarred from the courthouse roof fell on Harold's head.
"No, don't call for an ambulance", stated the Sheriff. "He's already dead."
"Funny how things work out."
But no one was laughing!
"Deputy Ingraham, call the funeral home. Call another tree cutter and please, wear a hard hat."
