Berwald stared the wall. He had recently made it for a carpeting project out of an old tree. He contemplated whether cutting said tree down was a bad thing. Sure, it could have given the old tree a new life in the lucky family's home but, what if he had KILLED SAID TREE![or to be more specific its soul, it's obvious he killed the tree physically.] He often thought deeply about this on various other projects like chairs, tables, and desks. He had vowed not to kill since the end of WW1 but, was cutting down trees just as bad? As he thought deeply about the obviously important subject matter he heard a distinct British voice say "PAPA! PAPA!" which he had ignored because obviously the morality of a tree was much more important than his son or "wife". After a couple more hours and a lot more screams for "PAPA!" he finally caved in and went downstairs because, since trees are not sentient they cannot say whether they are alive in our chairs and other appliances from IKEA.