"Dad, can I?"
Emily Jiang is very small. She wears a pink and purple dress and has long light chestnut hair that is slightly curled and tied into cute twin ponytails.
But such a good and soft little girl was holding a big axe that was almost as tall as herself, which looked both cute and weird.
"Of course." David Jiang spread his hands. "This old tree has catkins flying everywhere in the spring. It's really a headache."
After getting her father's consent, Emily Jiang pursed her lips, gripped the axe tightly and swung it hard--- "clang---"
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