Cleats by Bill Hinds for December 17, 2008
Jack: Dad, I can't see a thing. Gary: The tree I want is right in front of us 15 paces. Stay here while I cut it down. Noise: Gazzzz... gzzzzz... gzzt! Gary: Come help me load it, Jack. Jack: Dad, it has no limbs, but it already has a garland on it. A metal garland with sharp points. Gary: Dang. Why would somebody put up a fence way out here?