Back when we had a functioning wood stove, we periodically acquired piles of firewood, and sometimes we'd get a piece of wood that was just too big to break up. Such pieces of wood tended to wind up down along the Tenth Street side of the house, near the shed that at one time was a garage. There they would sit until they eventually rotted away.
The hunks of wood never really served any purpose, except that occasionally one of them would be used as an anvil for splitting a smaller piece of wood, but we did take a certain enjoyment in admiring "the stump garden".
When the wood stove rusted out, the stump garden remained, its massive knots gradually decaying until only one remained.
Then the other day I noticed that the one chunk remaining was gone. A trail of ground-off punky wood led into the back yard of the house adjoining ours on Tenth Street, where we had seen (and smelled) the residents, a sadly typical bunch of college students, burning garbage in defiance of both law and decency.
So we called the police (again) and complained of our rotten log being stolen. We explained that no, we didn't actually want the log back, but we didn't want to establish a precedent of their coming onto our property and taking our things with impunity.
They haven't actually been puned this time, either, but I hope that the visit from the police and the fire marshal did at least leave them feeling pwn3d.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Do not take what does not belong to you."\\
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