[The Balladeer's not as strong as Hans, but he is at least wearing gloves. He's still a musician, he can't walk around letting his hands get all torn up. Besides, it's cold. The top of the tree's less heavy anyway, and he gets it hoisted up onto his shoulder.]
Yeah, feels good. C'mon. [He makes for the end of the lot, where there's a little copse of wild trees and bushes they can duck around behind. Once he gauges they're sufficiently covered, they step through the trees again and out into their front yard. The front door's already standing open, so they don't have to worry about getting back in with the tree.] Oh, tree stand...I'll just make one, I don't want to go back for that.
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Yeah, feels good. C'mon. [He makes for the end of the lot, where there's a little copse of wild trees and bushes they can duck around behind. Once he gauges they're sufficiently covered, they step through the trees again and out into their front yard. The front door's already standing open, so they don't have to worry about getting back in with the tree.] Oh, tree stand...I'll just make one, I don't want to go back for that.