A writing exercise went down the road yesterday. As I was on the phone (on hold) with Bank X, two dappled gray draft horses, pulling a green wooden wagon rolled past our office window. Not a common sight, but this is a small town, surrounded by farms, so it’s not exactly weird. But what was weird was the fact that in the back of the wagon was a large steel tank–either of helium or oxygen.
Your goal, intrepid writers, is to write a paragraph or more, explaining this sight.