Once upon a time, many years ago, Ken took my cousin Diane for a drive around the pasture in the Mule. Dave and Irene, along with Diane and Stafford were visiting the ranch. While we were sitting around the fire, Diane commented that everyone else but her had been driven around in the Mule, so Ken quickly took her for a ride. They took ages before they returned because when they were in the middle of the ranch, the little vehicle ran out of gas and they were forced to walk all the way home. Ken filled it up, but Diane was not about to get in the Mule again. We all laughed.
This morning, the saga of the empty gas tank struck again. Ken and I were driving down to have breakfast with David. At the bottom of the hill, the machine stopped working. Ken knew immediately that we were out of gas. The road from the Top House is uneven and rocky but Ken and I walked to the ranch house, where David was sitting by the fire enjoying himself. I had texted him a message but his phone was inside beside the bed. But we made it.
David quickly got the other Mule, picked up a container of fuel and we all drove to rescue the Mule. And we parked the Mule in the garage. Exercise before breakfast is always a good thing. And we were pleased that we were able to make the walk. All three of us thought it was funny.
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