GOBGB : How much wood could a Woodchuck chuck? (#26)

The late summer sun warmed his skin. He squinted in the brightness of the noonday sun, standing motionless, sniffing at the air, watching the traffic stream by the end of the long field.

His attention was diverted to the approaching sound - growing louder and most definitely closer. Across the end of the field, the red combine moved along thrashing and whirling.

GOBGB : Bubba and the Ten Foot Pole (#25)

Bubba slogged through the knee-deep water carrying several slender saplings over one shoulder and his trusty axe in his free hand.

As he neared the edge of the swamp, he noticed his good friend LeRoy waiting in the yard for him.

As Bubba approached, LeRoy saluted his friend and asked, “What have you been up to?”