Smalltown Manhattan, U.S.A.

Save me!

Someone, please, ring up the NYFD, and direct them to 333 West 21st Main Street. And then, when the big red truck (complete with hyper-alert Dalmation) reaches the tree where this poor guy’s been lodged for weeks, and one particularly handsome fireman scales the tree without the benefit of a ladder, and rescues it, placing it in the shaking hands of its teary-faced owner, still dressed in her little pink nightgown, and he bends down to scoop both the sniffling little girl and her newly rescued best friend into his brawny arms, we can all heave a collective sigh of relief that the sirens, at least this time, led not to disaster but to happiness.
Wasn’t that pretty?