Flash Fiction Attempt #3

"Uh..."

"What?"

"Why are you... uh...?"

"..."

"You seem to be... um..."

"..."

"I see you are violently whacking a tree with a stick."

"Yeah?"

"Okay, I just... like... isn't that basically the equivalent of chopping a guy's arm off and then beating him with it?"

"Why are you hitting yourself?  Why are you hitting yourself?  Why are you hitting yourself?"

"Yeah, like that."

"..."

"And why are you doing this?"

"Do you have a problem with me doing this?"

"No, I just... don't..."

"..."

"Understand."

"Why do you need to un-der-stand?"

"I don't know, I just...  I guess I don't, really, but like..."

"..."

"I want to help you."

"You think I need help."

"Well, you're like, ruthlessly beating a tree with its own limb, so..."

"The tree has wronged me.  Don't worry, I can take it on my own."

"How exactly did it... wrong you?"

"It blocked my sunlight."

"Really?"

"It gave me a brain tumor."

"Ah."

"Yeah."

"Is there anything you... um..."

"I want to whack this tree with a stick, thank you."

"Okay, I'll just uh, let you do that then."

"Thank you kindly."

"I, uh...  Good luck with the uh, with the tree."

"As if I'll need it."

"Oh, that's right."

"..."

"You can take it on your own."