Why are they doing this?

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I stood there with my eyes wandering around the scene. Flames were surrounding the forest, and tiny animals were hiding and running. Tears streamed down my face as I watched hooded people cut down trees and burn them. Nutmeg squeaked and hopped onto my shoulder, with tiny tears dropping onto my poncho. I had anger fill me, and I brushed my back against the tree. I held Nutmeg tight and held in my screams. Anger was surrounding me, and I wanted to get back what was once mine.
I held Nutmeg tighter in my arms and peeked from behind the tree. 
"Alright boys! That's enough cutting in this area. Lets go further over there. Any animal you see in your way, kill it." A man said. 
The men extinguished the fire and walked away. 
I walked to the scene, tears falling down my face onto the remains of trees. These trees were once homes to small animals, and a good source of food. Now all it was......it was murder to nature.
With anger, I ran to where the men walked away to. I wanted to stop them. I wanted to tell them that it was wrong. It was all wrong....
I caught up to them and hid behind a bush. Nutmeg climbed into my pouch and watched through a small hole through the fabric. 
"Alright men, split up. Cut down as much area as you can." The man said. The other men nodded and every one of them split up individually.
Without thinking, I ran fast. I ran faster than I ever could. 
But then, I ran right in front of a man. 
"Any animal you see in your way, kill it."
Sweat built up on my forehead. 
I made a mistake.

I'm considered an animal.