One of the stories I currently have under construction is entitled “Triple F.” Brian and Julie Snyder have a massive water leak and need a plumber—immediately. The good news is there’s a company nearby who can respond to their emergency. The bad new is its Triple F Plumbing.
If you look below the logo on their truck you’ll find the motto, “We’re slow, but we’re expensive.”
After seeing this week’s photo prompt, the Triple F crew, Frank, Fido, and Phil, jumped at the opportunity to expand their home repair business by showing off their carpentry skills.
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Fido was exhausted. “Hey Phil, can we rest a minute after this next board?”
“I guess so. It’s been almost twenty minutes since our last break. Where’s Frank?”
“He’s stretched out under the porch. Been asleep for the last two hours.”
“Well, that’s better than drooling all over the homeowner’s wife—like he did yesterday.”
“She didn’t seem to mind. I think she liked the attention.”
“This plank looks a little short. Hand me those board stretchers, will ya?”
“What’s next, after we finish remodeling the house, Phil?”
“Tear down that ugly picket fence and build one that matches the place.”
*Frank is a yellow lab.
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