"Ant" work, or How to save people and myself to amuse

It was an ordinary June evening. The time when the "rush hour" ended, which even in this small town was already noticeably felt. On a deserted street in the direction from the center to the park, the unpretentious transport, called in the people "an ant", rumbled. Two peasants were heading, apparently, home after the works of the righteous and were in a good mood. Both tried to shout over the roar of the engine and gestured impressively.
Having reached the path, which ran from the roadway obliquely through the park, the "ant" turned onto it under the arch of trees. The living arch, but ... not eternal. Just in the middle of the park, probably, with recent strong winds, a large tree has been knocked down. From falling to the ground, he was held by "brethren", firmly clinging to branches. So it stood, creaking and moaning, hanging over the path itself. Passers-by looked with caution and accelerated pace, but still passed under it.

The "ant" jumped under this arch, but stopped about five meters later. The peasants returned to the leaning giant and, looking up, assessed the situation. Then they took out a rope from a small body and began to tie one of its ends to it, and another - to a tree lump almost at the very ground.
Talking among themselves: "It is necessary to get rid of sin away, or it will fall on someone's head, then it will be too late" - the trunk was lowered below the rope.
Then one sat behind the wheel, the other gave a wave of his hand. "The Ant" roared, rushed, stood on its hind legs, but the tree did not even flinch. Guys did not expect such a stiffness from the wood. Once again we estimated the angle of the bank and decided to pull the other way. The result is the same.
A man and a woman passing by shook their heads: "And what are they doing? Only tractor will be broken. "
But, seized by a righteous impulse, the friends paid no attention to anyone and continued their attempts with even greater zeal.
Finally, the tree trembled and gave way. The bark of the trunk "went", drawing on the ground, and the crone, ripping off the branches of other trees that supported it, fell down. However, before reaching the ground, the trunk broke in two places: the interior turned rotten. So, the peasants did not overestimate the danger, they solved the serious problem in a businesslike way.
But they, meanwhile, hastily twisted the rope, rolled the logs off the track, and said laconically: "Well, that's all," and drove off on their own way.