The mini-excavator was a bright and new orange with large black exhausts and shovel. It looked like a tiger, but a great blundering and absurd tiger with huge dark gapping jaws that dribbled its own idiocy. It spat and stopped and started and spat some more as the incompetence of the driver-operator fashioned itself on the limbs of the roaring ineffectual beast. Just as you can have breakfast of champions, so too you can have tools for fools!
Observation – Tiger Run Amok
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