Mossop and Tiddler lay slumbering on their platform high up in the tree. The chorus of birds grew louder and the sun gently peaked through the canopy as the workman began arriving in their trucks and vans.
They yawned and stretched as they looked down on the workman congregating around the diggers. In the middle of the crowd, a man with a clipboard, the helmet and high vis jacket incongruent with his Italian suit and fine leather shoes.
The men began to get jittery as the suit raised his voice and wildly pointed at Mossop and Tiddler. The two smiled down at the men and started waving at them. In unison the men got into their diggers and started the engines – the explosions swayed the trees.
