Trees

Today at my school, at recess my friend started to rip bark off a tree. My friends and I told him to stop but he didn't. Then, at the other side of the field was a dead baby bird. The friend said he didn't see the dead bird, but we pointed it out to him. Then we saw a feather on the ground. We knew that the dead bird had been carried around. Then the same friend came along with a piece of bark that he said he found on the ground. We didn't believe him.