![]() Dad had thrown away the manual she found a close match online, but apparently the anti-jamming system, blade cleaning tool, among other features, were not included in the older C-2000 model. “They want it so badly, they can just bulldoze it for all I care,” she muttered again. “FUCK!” She yelled so loud, it echoed across the entire property, and possibly reaching her father up above. Number 64: Do you have lawns? Number 65: If so, how do you keep them cut? Number 66: Does magic help keep the grass a certain fixed length so you don’t have to-Ī stick got trapped in the blade and the mower died. Was lawn mowing just an earth pony thing? Questions to ask a unicorn. Art on her own private property-why, she was practically a seasoned wealthy landowner now! Drawing little eccentric follies in her private garden whenever she pleases? This was the life-Ī puff of gasoline smoke blew into her face as she turned the mower against the coastal wind. If she squinted really hard, she could imagine she was mowing it in the shape of a face or perhaps a bunny. It created uneven little strips of grass across the whole lawn. It would stay put for a second, then charge at full speed for another second. The pedal kept sticking, and she was 70 percent sure she put the wrong octane fuel in the tank. Sunny awkwardly pushed the tractor mower along the lawn that seemed to stretch for miles and miles (though in reality, just an acre and a half). Two weeks and the grass was already overgrown. “I just hate you Dad,” Sunny cursed under her breath. “I love you, Dad,” she selfishly whispered to herself, two months too late. Was it that hard for her to spare 4 seconds of sorrow just to ask her father such an important question? This shall become yours…” He was lying on his deathbed half-conscious and on painkillers when he said that.ĭaddy, is it okay if I sell the house after you die? Who could she call? Who did she even know to call? A lawyer perhaps? There was that lawyer from long ago who represented Daddy after he and Sunny trespassed on the Canterlogic Factory to protest the repossession of former unicorn lands to build a new distribution warehouse. Ten agents stopped by her door within a week, and not one of them complimented her spring cleaning after Daddy died. ![]() She wanted to say “home”, but the agent quickly followed by saying, “The market’s hot now, kid, and my client’s in a great position-you aren’t gonna get a better offer than this, trust me.”Īnd that was just one Tuesday morning at 10:30. “What do you call the longest stretch of privately-owned undeveloped coastline within a mile of Mareitime Bay?” “You…you like the beach frontage?” is all she could say. ![]() “Well, kid? What’s yer answer gonna be? Think of the 1.4 million.” You ever hold 1.4 million in cash in yer hoof, kid? Take it or leave it.” You wake up to this view out your window every day? Your friends at school must get jealous.” Sunny decided not to interject that Daddy homeschooled her all her life. “It’s a lovely stretch of beach frontage you got here, kid.”
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