Dearest Weed-whacker, you were the elite of great yard tools. For a plug-in model, you went above and beyond the call of duty, even out-lasting your previous ancestors of the 2-stroke generation. You never let anything get in your way, aside from the occasional shortness of extension cord, but that was never your fault. You battled some of the toughest weeds. From the stubborn crabgrass and the tallest fox tails, to the meanest desert bull-head thorns. You truly braved them all.
We will never forget the way we felt after a long battle, with you at our side. How are arms throbbed and our bodies ached from the tremulous power you held.
Your strength and persistence was much appreciated, and we couldn't have won all those battles without you.
Rest in Peace dear friend.
For now, we fall back and await reinforcements.
It's going to be tough replacing you, but the war continues, and so we must.
I surely hope the Mr. can find a replacement soon, before we are taken over.
Oh no! It's too late! The children are surrounded!
Send help fast!
May day! May day!
4 comments:
WAIT...don't put them to death yet!!!Think of the EASTER BUNNY and how much fun he will have hiding all the goodies and eggs in all that green stuff.....or better yet I know where you could get a "FEW" goats to roam the range!!!
Ha! I actually thought of goats! We'd have to stake them down though!
yes! we need goats! weed whacker be damned!
feeding goats are better than buying gas!
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