Truth or d'air

(read the post below this one for the preamble.)

The rope was stretched tight like a guitar string between the half cut tree branch and the truck. Like a guitarist applying pressure with a pick, we both leaned against the taut rope.
There was a snap up in the branch, and like a rattlesnake striking in reverse, the branch end of the rope broke and flew harmlessly toward us, slightly pulling the branch back.
Then, the branch recoiled, in the other direction, with such force that it hit the power lines, while the base dropped to the top of the scaffolding connecting, for a second, the power to the aluminum scaffold.
Then it bounced off the power wires, bounced off the scaffolding, and landed safely on the ground.
We called it a day.
My friend was angry at first with me as the branch came down the wrong way, as he had predicted, but he was still alright, then I pointed out what would have happened to him if he was atop of the scaffold... which he would have been, if I hadn't lied.