My mother doesn't let anything hold her back from mowing the lawn. Not a broken tractor, not silly toys laying around, and certainly no stinking tree is going to stop her.
I should probably lend her my dirtbike helmet and mud goggles.
Take that! Tree!
And...it retaliated. Her hair is in fact, tangled. Yet, the lawn still got cut before dusk. Do not stand in the way when my mother is on a mission.
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