Hank’s eyes widened in horror as he watched the contraption come to life. Gears spun, pulleys whirred, and steam hissed from hidden vents. The coop shook and shuddered as if possessed by some malevolent spirit, and the hens scattered in a flurry of feathers and squawks.
With a final, deafening roar, the contraption exploded in a shower of sparks and debris, leaving nothing but a smoldering ruin in its wake. Hank stared in disbelief at the wreckage, wondering how he would ever explain this to Martha.
And as he trudged back to the mechanic’s shop to retrieve his truck, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. After all, what’s a farmer without a few tall tales to tell?
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