While the rabbit built a nest
of fuzzy downy fur
to birth her babies there, hay-hidden from the world...we plunged into the bowels of the heavy heated greenhouse to pull 300 Bok Choi from the nursery to the field.
The rototiller sputtered, it hacked and spit and nuttered while the horses stood a-munching
sweet grass long and tall
Yes the rototiller sputtered and eventually it muttered midst the onions with their arms a-raised jumping up in green alarm
"I'm done for and I'm dying, the doctor you must