ThEre was a strange noise from high up in the beech tree in the garden. At first he tried to ignore it, and get on with sorting out his weedy patch of the garden. But the noise persisted and, with no tree-climbing grandson imminent to climb up and investigate, he had to resort to using his lightweight drone to peer into the tree to see what was going on. A piece of expanded polystyrene had got wedged between two branches and squeeked with every movement of the tree. Time to see if the grandson's visit could be brought forward!
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