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Logging

/Noun/ The activity or business of felling trees and cutting and preparing the timber.

The four boys watched as a tree across from the bus stop was brutally 'murdered' in front of them. All four boys were frowning, curiously.

"Why are they cutting it down? It was perfectly okay yesterday!" Stan exclaimed, upset.

Cartman snorted.

"It had a hole in it and was rotting through, hippie. Get a grip!" He snapped, rolling his eyes.

Stan shot him an angry look.

"It was still okay!" He cried, defensively.

Cartman brought his hands out in front of him.

"Wow, cool it Stan. Don't go all environmental freak on me." Cartman snickered.

Stan opened his mouth to speak, but Kyle interrupted, looking toward Stan.

"I have to agree with Cartman on this one. That tree was dead. Long gone weeks ago. I'm glad they're cutting it down. Ike and his friends play there and they could have gotten hurt." Kyle said, worriedly. The thought of his brother getting hurt by that tree scared and worried him deeply.

Stan looked betrayed, but didn't say anything because he knew Kyle had a point.

"Well, it was a good tree while it lasted." Kenny concluded.

Stan nodded.

All four watched as the last branches were cut and put in the truck. The two men left with the truck seconds later. After a short pause, the school bus came as well and the four boys climbed on.

Stan was hailed by Wendy and Kenny took the spot next to Bebe and her 'boobs', leaving Kyle and Cartman to sit together; Kyle with the window seat.

Kyle stared at the stump of the dead tree thoughtfully, trying to pretend Cartman wasn't sitting beside him.

"I've got it!" Cartman suddenly yelled, making Kyle jump and shoot Cartman an annoyed look.

"What the fuck, fatass?!"

Cartman ignored him, looking at Kyle excitingly.

"So race car driving may have not been my future job, but maybe logging is!"

Kyle stared at him, eyebrow raised.

"Logging?" He clarified, wondering if he heard wrong.

Cartman nodded quickly, eyes clouding over with already half baked schemes.

Kyle turned away, biting the inside of his cheek, thoughtfully.

"You know, you may be right. You are pretty retarded."

Cartman glared.

"Shut up, Jew! You're just jealous of my totally cool and awesome future job! Seriously." He said, looking proud.

Kyle snorted.

"Yeah, something like that."

Cartman pouted.

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