By Susan Gale Wickes
Maybe I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but, as a shovel, I could always hold my own.
The rake only held their attention for a few short weeks in the fall.
The hoe…well, everyone knew about the hoe. It was their summer fling. Use it and toss it aside.
But when they picked me up, they knew something was going to happen. I could make the earth move.
Then she arrived. The shiny red rototiller, ready for her moment in the sun.
It didn’t last long. She mysteriously tilled her way down the hill and into the pond.
Hahahha. Wonderful ! What a tonic that was. The characters and the ending. So charming.
Thanks, Iqbal.
Nice piece of work, Susan. Loved it!
Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Really enjoyable. Well done
Thank you!
Awesome
Thank you!
Great piece of work! I would never have imagined that my tool shed held such hilarious affairs. Thanks for the belly laugh.
And now you know. So glad you enjoyed it!
Susan. Delightful!
Thanks, Marjan!
Lots of comments–and well deserved! Thought your personification of tools/machines was incredibly well done. Loved it!
I love this, Susan! 🙂
Thanks, Bobby. I tinkered around with this one for a while. So glad you enjoyed it!
Lol! I thought I was here. I love this, Susan! 🙂 More stories please!
Thanks, Charita. I’m actually working on another one! 🙂
Wonderful, Susan! I really enjoyed this story:)
Thanks, Ariffa!