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Chapter #4
Bill Hacks It Down and Bags it Up.
by: Zoo Duck
Bill kept his riding lawnmower in the shed in the backyard, along with his other gardening and lawn care implements. It was your standard aluminum shed with a small shelf on one wall that he used to store his various seeds, fertilizers, and other small items.
The grass in the back was just as tall as in the front and he had to fight his way through it to find the shed, which was all but buried in the thick, choking grass. He slid the door opened and ducked inside, sliding onto the riding mower and firing it up. It roared to life and he put it in gear and lurched out into the yard. Immediately the thick grass became entangled on the blades and choked the engine dead. He started it up and tried again, but each time he would only get a few feet before the engine died in the tangled mat of grass. So Bill went back into the shed (determined to finish the job) and came out with a long curved scythe. With this he began hacking at the grass, knocking it down in clumps with long sweeping strokes. Then he would start the mower up again and go back over the same area. He repeated this pattern all morning long and into the afternoon until finally he had cut all the grass back down to normal height.
Sweating and leaning on his rake in the front yard, he looked around him. The sun was just about touching the tops of the trees as it headed toward sunset a few hours away. It was casting a sort of golden glow on the piles of cut grass, and glinting off the shiny plastic of the bags of grass which were piled up all over the yard. His neighbor to the right, Rusty, came over and helped him bag the rest of the grass and stack them carefully by the street for the city to pick up in the morning. Then Rusty brought out a couple of root beers and started asking questions.
" Ok Bill. How about it? How'd you get your grass to grow so crazy like that?" Bill squinted up at him. He had given it some thought during the day while he cut and bagged all that grass. Eighty-seven bags of cut grass. He swiped sweat out of his eyes with the back of a hand.
" I really don't know." Bill said shaking his head. " I havent done anything different than what I normally do. I water it at the same time every day, fertilize it with the same fertilizer I've always used and mulch it the same way I always have. I haven't changed a thing!"
Rusty looked at Bill and shrugged his shoulders. " Go figure.", he said.
" Yeah..." said Bill. " Go figure." They said goodnight and went back in their houses.
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