Sage, astride Dasher's back, hangs a right at the ocean and heads for her native Pacific Northwest. Since native trees growing in healthy plantations are stately with widely spaced branches, she and Dasher head for a tree farm near Shelton, Washington, and slinking along the fenceline, pick a large pruned pyramid shaped silver fir (Abies amabilis). Vroom! vroom! the blade leaps to life then slices through the tree base like a hot knife through butter. Before it has had time to fall Dasher steps close, butts his head into the lower branches, flinging the tree across his back.

The return trip is rather difficult as Sage has to climb aboard and into the tree to cling to boughs to stabilize the tree on the bid deer's back. Dasher briefly staggers as he struggles to see where he was going then off they go, heading back over the bottom end of Puget Sound, passing the Columbia River, past the Rockies, and back to the tavern.

"Easiest way to get that tree in there, Dasher, is to drop in down through the existing hole in the roof." The two landed on the highest point of the tavern's roof and after Sage slips off his back, Dasher leans forward to dislodge the tree into the hole. As the very tall pyramid shaped tree slides through the hole, voices are suddenly heard below, and then there is a "thud."