Ok, so this is my story. . .
. . . In the garden I happily eat the branches of the tree. I seem to be allowed. So when a tree appears in the livingroom, I can eat that too right? Right???
Seemingly not. I got shouted at each time I pulled off the branches and ran away with them. All 756 times in fact. I don't understand. Me Mam grumbled something about 'bloody dog where's your Xmas spririt' but I ain't got a clue what she's on about. A tree's a tree to me.