His lawnmower had been a trusted friend and faithful servant for many years… very faithful, until the day it turned.

To be fair, it had always turned, because that’s what rotary lawnmowers do. And, of course, it’d also turned at the corners of the lawn, because straight on would have destroyed the tulips and the lupines.

I am not talking about those happy days when they cut the grass together in the sunshine (the other man’s grass was never greener or shorter). I’m talking about the day his lawnmower turned bad. That was the day he gave it the fingers.

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