Yesterday I went out to Cliff's shop looking for him; he was nowhere around, and the little John Deere was missing. I figured he was probably mowing pasture, so I came back in the house. Looking out the window toward the back of the place, I saw something moving and realized he was moving the cabin. I couldn't let something like that go undocumented, so in spite of the heat I headed back there.
It reminded me of "the little engine that could".
It was time to call in the big guns: The 1655 Oliver, which hardly batted an eye at the task.