Jane: Chop down!
Me: Something was chopped down? What?
Me: The bushes at the front of our house?
Me: Which ones?
Jane: (frowning, wriggling her fingers) Picky.
Me: The picky ones that we all hated?
Me: Who cut them down?
Me: Our neighbour, Wayne?
Jane: Mmm hmm. Men!
Me: And some men helped him?
Me: Two men?
Jane: Mmm hmm. Truck.
Me: They came in a truck?
Me: A blue truck?
Jane: Yas. (pause, thinking) Loud!
Me: Was it loud? They must have had a noisy saw.
Jane: Yas. Chop down.