One day, while Arthur was sighing and wishing, a woodchopper came and began hacking away at the tree where Arthur lived. The blows snapped Arthur out of his mood and he became excited. "This is it," he thought, "I am finally getting my wish."
His fellow branches were not as happy as Arthur. "Oh no. We are doomed. So long sun. So long birds. So long bugs. We are off to be firewood."
Arthur tried to calm their fears. "No we are not doomed. We are going to a better place. So long sun!!!!!. So long birds!!! So long BUGS!!!!" But the other branches wouldn't listen.
After the tree was brought down and put into little pieces, Arthur found himself in a wheel barrel. And he was being jostled around with his treemates. They didn't seemed be enjoying the trip at all but all the time Arthur was enjoying it. Especially the fact that he was moving and scenery was changing. He began to whistle, which sounded quite odd among the moans and complaints of his fellow wheel barrel occupants.