Struggle in the Car Park

Whilst walking through the car park, on my way to get food, I passed an almost fallen tree branch. The attempt at branch-tree separation was not proceeding smoothly; the branch was refusing to disengage. Its bent and splintered bough clung tenaciously to the trunk, while its leafy head lay prone against the bitumen, plotting. I wanted to shout, "You go, branch!", but decorum, and the eyes of strangers, prevented me.