Charlie secured his hearing protection, tugged on his work
gloves and with one pull brought the small engine to life filling the
neighborhood with the rumbling purr of an idling motor waiting to be put to work.
He nodded with satisfaction before turning to the pile of
brush nearby. One by one he extracted
branches from the bunch introducing them to the opening of the chute, pushing
them in until the whirling blades deep inside the metal throat grabbed the wood
pulling it in and chipping it down to tiny pieces of mulch before spewing it
into the attached bag.
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