This truck, with two eyes, a nose and a rather flat, unexpressive mouth, lives down Redart.
A younger twin brother occupies the space a few doors down.
If I'm the only one who sees eyes and a mouth on these trucks, forgive me.
|There is a face here, no? Just look at those eyes. And the mouth!|
In this same barn lives a tractor.
This tractor, the barn, and the twin trucks have some stories to tell.
I have some stories to tell too.
I promise when I have time, I will tell them.