He was afraid his skateboard would
blow away because (it was quite windy)
so his Grandmother told him to go put
a peice of wood on top of it.
We looked out a couple of minutes later,
and he was huffing and puffing and struggling,
his back arched trying to get wood from the woodpile
to his skateboard.
And he wasn't even finished at this point.
In the end, there was about double that on top.
Sliding down the patio door.....
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