Short Story: Contemplating the birth of a new world

-What time should we start?

-It won't be long now, don't get impatient.

-I'd like to start now, because as far as I can see we have a lot of work ahead of us and I'd like to go early to the bar to watch the soccer match.

-Me too, but... What can you do. Work is work and you have to earn your daily bread.

-And the daily beer! -he comments with a smile that reveals his shining teeth.

Both men are part of a large group of workers preparing their machinery to remove each of the trees in the forest; a forest that must be completely cut down and each fallen tree must be taken to the factory to be processed as paper.

The destruction will be imminent, nothing will be left standing, it will be a gloomy and desolate scenario produced by the hands of these men. And everyone can know it except those beings of innocent appearance, and that have inhabited it for decades, centuries or even you can say that thousands of years; such as our little friend of tiny size, hairy fur, and holding with his two front legs a small food product that the same forest has given him. This squirrel with big black shiny eyes stands staring at all the movement and logistics of the men: some are inside tractors, while others are walking and carrying chainsaws in their hands, ready to fulfill their mission.

Loud noises are heard from the fallen trees, so many that they are deafening as well as the machines.

The birth of the new world is in the future.

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