Rake’s Revenge!
As far as inanimate objects go, Rake was fairly impatient. He had watched Shovel left out all winter to rust, only to be thrown away during the springtime “bulk pickup” garbage day. What a waste, considering his five years of service. Five solid years of digging ditches and, on bad days, smashing rats in the basement. Shovel was a cool customer. Rake wasn’t nearly that zen.
But now, on the front lawn, the master’s little boy approaches. Any way it goes down, it’s going to end poorly. Master’s fault for not cutting the grass.
“This is for Shovel,” thought Rake.