The forecast rain held off long enough for the Gorse Fox with the assistance of Sir Lancinglot to prepare the risers for the step that will surround the deck. This allowed the Gorse Fox to play with his big table saw, which has sat idle for the last year. Piles of sawdust are building up in the garage, up his nose, in his hair, in his pockets, in his shoes... in fact in every nook and cranny where it could possibly accumulate.
[File under: Diary]
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