He sat there breathless, after completing a task that resembles a battle ground to a massacre of entire new fig generation.
The scene was heartbreaking.
Looking back sadly, he noticed the pure white sap slowly flowing out of each wound, caused by the sharp and quick cut of the merciless high tech cutter and dripping down gently, like the tears from the eyes of Angels... and as if they were looking at him, innocently, and asking for the answer to...WHY?
The silence was deafening! ... and although it lasted only a few moments, it felt like eternity to his guilty heart. So he stood up in discomfort and screamed "It's for your own good!", as he walked away ...
...To be continued...