Write something which takes place in: the lumber yard.
This afternoon Becky and I took Natalie and Max to the petting farm that's just north of Oliver (same one we visited back in March... oh man, that picture again). They're doing a Halloween theme this week, which mostly seemed to feature decorations around the farm house. Anyway, Adam was at work and Kat had a counselling client so we took the opportunity to go, seeing as Becky is working as a substitute teacher for the rest of the week.
It was a little rainy and cool, so we had the place to ourselves. We all had fun, though once again the kids were hellbent on playing with the toys and had trouble remaining focused on the, you know, animal portion of the tour.
I did manage to get this picture of the two cousins though:
They had even bigger bunnies but I guess they weren't interested in coming out to see visitors.
"That's uh... that's a mighty big order you're picking up there."
I looked at the teenage boy offering this sage observation and blinked. Slowly. He looked down at the clipboard in his hand again and shifted his weight from foot to foot several times.
"It's just that... um... some of the guys in the yard have been, you know, wondering who put this one in."
"And whether or not I'd actually show up to collect it once it was ready?"
"Yeah, something like that. Just saying stuff like, Is this a prank? You know?"
"Well I'm glad to see my request was taken seriously enough for you fellows to put it together." I returned my attention to the forklifts loading the lumber into the five delivery trucks I'd rented. "If any of my vehicles get so much as a scratch you can expect an invoice before end of day."
"Yes, of course. My boss would have it paid immediately. Not that any of these guys would damage your-"
"Yeah." He cleared his throat and dared a peek up at me. "So, uh... what's all this for? Like, what are you going to build?"
I remained silent as I watched the last of the wood get loaded into the trucks. The boy shifted and grimaced at my side the whole time. If that was torture for him, his curiosity must have been killing him. As the trucks began to drive away I finally relented.
"I am constructing a life-sized replica of King Kong."