This story came about on a hot August day while I was working in my hobby shop. I heard a loud scraping noise in my driveway. I went to see what it was and went back into my shop and tried to work. Things bounced around in my mind about Christmas like a song that won't exit the skull. After about an hour of this, I went into the house and wrote down about three pages of notes and didn't write the story until January. Things are always bouncing around in my head. Sometimes, the thoughts solve a problem I'm having. Other times, they turn into an idea for a new project that would, of course, go along with my John Deere stuff

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