Friends, this is not easy for me to write about. In fact it is so scary, so horrifying, so BEYOND IMAGINATION that you young pups might want to cover your eyes.
Before you is a photo of our lawn tractor. At rest it is harmless enough. In fact I have often showered it with my Mango-ness.
But as soon as momma sits upon it, she somehow melds and becomes one with it and turns into...
EVIL LAWN TRACTOR MOMMA BEAST OF DOOM!
I am unable to control my look of terror at the sight of it!
It is an unimaginable mutant monster like from one of those James Biscotti books.
Brave, fearless, protector of the estate that I am, I muster all of my courage to shout admonitions to the intruder. AWAY! Oh lawn trimming abomination! AWAY I say!
Look at PeeWee. Not even the common sense of a squash (huh?). He leaps into the trailer! EEEE! Doesn't he know that the trailer is sometimes actually an appendage of the mutant momma tractor thing? He could be whisked away into the fiery pits!
Is it gone?
Sure, I can hear you now all saying, "Mango, that doesn't look scary to me." Yuh, shows what you know. Watch this actual video footage if you don't believe me.
See? Told ya!
And there is other weird stuff going on here too. Totally in the basement for sure. I was unable to investigate due to the fact that access can be gained only via... STAIRS! I have had enough trauma for one day thank you very much, but I did send momma down to check things out. Here is what she saw.
WOOD! And sheets of rocks! Now whatever would one want with sheets of rocks and what are they anyway? I know what sheets are (like the ghastly coverings on my bed) and I know what rocks are (like what is in PeeWee's labrabelly). But sheets of rocks? The mind boggles.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. You only have until September 25th to enter my I Wanna be Like Mango Contest. I have already received many exciting entries celebrating all that is Mango. I have posted links in the sidebar for your reading pleasure.