Little Guy Works Hard

Little Guy knew it would be a busy day. Grandaddy had sold the two small grain bins and the man was coming to get them. There was a lot to do to get ready.

First, Grandaddy had to use the chain saw to cut down several trees. The trees weren't there when Grandaddy used the grain bins. It has been along time since Grandaddy used the grain bins.
Little Guy had to stand way back while Grandaddy used the chain saw. Mama doesn't allow Little Guy anywhere near power tools while they are running. She's afraid he'll get hurt.

Next, Grandaddy used Liquid Wrench on all the screws. Little Guy watched carefully to make sure Grandaddy did it right. Those screws have been there a really long time but Grandaddy has a powerful wrench that operates with the air compressor. Little Guy helped Grandaddy put all the tools on the tractor for the ride to the grain bin site.

Little Guy and Grandaddy were having a snack when the man and his friend arrived. They brought two trucks with really long trailers. One grain bin would fill each trailer.

They all went over to where the grain bins were and talked awhile. Grandaddy likes to plan. Fortunately, the man who bought the grain bins knew what to do. He already had a plan. It was no time before he had all the screws out and a rope tied firmly around the grain bin. He used Grandaddy's tractor and slowly eased the grain bin down. Then it was easy to load it onto the trailer. Grandaddy and Little Guy stood nearby -- just in case. It was kinda warm and Little Guy could have used a drink of water.

The second grain bin came down even easier. The men secured the grain bins to the trailers, then turned the trucks and trailers around in the pasture. Little Guy and Grandaddy waved goodbye as they headed down the driveway.

Whew! That was hard work. Little Guy and Grandaddy headed toward the house. They had worked up quite an appetite and they were overdue for lunch.

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