Terms of Impalement

I was walking the dogs in the loblollies this morning when I saw this peculiar sight. The top of a dead pine had broken off, likely in a gust of wind, and fallen perhaps 50 feet to impale itself into the ground, perfectly vertically. As if God were playing mumblypeg and won the round, and now the devil has to pull the spear out of the ground with his teeth. Meanwhile, mother nature sits and giggles because an unlucky field mouse was crouching exactly in that spot under the pine straw and never saw it coming.

A friendly game of mumblypeg in the woods.


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