k-times-two

Puck: It had, again, been a long day mostly of cleaning up junk out of the barn. (Who knew the last owners had such a penchant for collecting whatzits!) After working on one pile for most of the day, Puck had mostly relegated its contents to scrap metal and tinderwood... but forming the base of that tower of long-forgotten doodads was a very large, fabric bag of some sort. It had rusty wheels, and once Puck managed to make it budge, it squealed terribly under its own weight and inertia. After lots of huffing, puffing, and coughing (there was enough dust to make dust angels in!), the Rotom finally managed to pull the gargantuan pile out en...