There I was, after years of trudging around the garden, cutting grass, hitting stones, covered in green slime for hours on end, then left to dry and rust, full of dents that were never sharpened...one day, the engine coughed, and then died...
And I thought...yay...peace at last, no more whirling around,no more dizziness, I can rest and do nothing...a well earned rest, at last...
...and then the heartless cuss did that to me: (I could call him something else, but this is family forum)
...turned me into knives!
Can't even rest in peace now...

...and then the heartless cuss did that to me: (I could call him something else, but this is family forum)


...turned me into knives!
Can't even rest in peace now...
