Somehow the tractor enters the opening between the butt of the horse and the matching chewed post on the barn.
Kinda like Africa fitting into South America and my dad is sailing a ship across the ocean on his tractor... and I'm reminded of Columbus.
Beavers are horses. Tractors are ships. The eaten post is a sculpture.
In the heat of the sun, it all makes sense.
Kinda like Africa fitting into South America and my dad is sailing a ship across the ocean on his tractor... and I'm reminded of Columbus.
Beavers are horses. Tractors are ships. The eaten post is a sculpture.
In the heat of the sun, it all makes sense.
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