My Favorite Fetish · 5:44pm Apr 27th, 2019
The morning was fresh and cool, the air humid and chilly at the ending days of Spring. The trees were sprouting their pellets to fully grown leaves. The rainy days were clearing up and the grass was beginning to grow.
Much to Nightlight's delight.
The night blue Stallion prepared for his exciting day, wearing his trusty sweater with khaki pants and boots. He grabbed is Crapsman® gloves and went out to his garage full of lawn equipment to get his Crapsman® twenty-four inch lawn mower, which was chained down to a support leg. He unchained it and took it out with his Crapsman® weed wacker to the front patio of the house, making sure both were oiled and gassed up to regulation.
He sighed and looked at his lawn, seeing that it obviously needed work. The grass was about four inches high with small patches in the yard, reminding him to get grass seed later that day. The weeds have slightly overgrown on the sidewalks, covering them somewhat. And a few branches from the neighbor's tree fell over to his beloved property.
It wasn't good, but with his expertise and Crapsman® lawn equipment, he had the power to do it all.™
Crapsman.®
