THINning out of the THICKet.
When I (Frankie Furter) moved in here on the hill... THIS "DITCH" was already Filled with LOGS and BRUSH and Limbs and stuffs... DAD kept SAYING he was gonna Clean it out and Burn the Stuffs... butt Every Year it just got LONGER and HIGHER and more trees were trimmed and cut and added... Finally this year MOM put her Paw Down and said... it has GOTTA GO... Now this Thicket was about 12 Feet WIDE and about 5 feet HIGH... and it was
So... Dad STARTED burning pawts of the Brushpile.. starting from the TOP and working downhill... every few days. THEN it was time to start cutting and trimming MORE of the trees in the Thicket..
WE were in TOTAL CHARGE...
YOU stay UP THERE on the DECK mom... WE have MENs Work to do.
YEAH, Mom.... WHAT FRANKIE SAID.
Will we "MARK" them Frankie..????? OF COURSE we will Ernie... And SO WILL DAD.