I was mucking out my pasture yesterday when my lawn tractor died. Out of gas. Darn. No big deal, right?
Well, my dad has NO time to get me more. I had no way to get more. My brother's idler arms on his truck broke and he needs to be at his college by 8pm tomorrow. It's an 8-9 hour drive and they broke when the day was already half over.
So I had to leave the tractor out in the side of the paddock. It's to heavy to push, the carts FULL of wet muck. Theres no getting them out without gas.
So I had to wait until this morning...
I go, get gas, hop over to the horses. Let everyone out, then go to my little tractor. LOKI ATE IT?!
Chewed on the steering wheel (plastic). I mean ALL around the steering wheel.
ATE, I literally mean ATE the speed shifter knob. It's all chewed up.
Ate the knob that controls the blades (not attached)
Dented the back of the seat (I took the cushion off so it wouldn't get wet)
REMOVED the back of the cart. Then got mud on it.
AND GOT SHED HAIR ALL OVER THE PLACE T-T
That's how I know it's Loki. Whitish hair all over the place? Theres only one light colored horse in that pasture. Only one light colored horse who absolutely must play-with-EVERYTHING.
Red Man only rubbed his butt on it. But Loki...he had to eat
it. As if he didn't have a rack STUFFED with a full square bale. Augh. He needs a toy.