The Rabbit lives on a narrow (let’s call it one) lane, on which everyone’s mailbox leans in a different direction. In these days when everything comes by stork, delivery has become commonplace to the point that today yours truly is awaiting goods from both FedEx and Amazon. Good enough. But there is a long hill on Miz Q Lane, and someone is hauling–inch by inch–half of a double wide home-to-be to a newly-cleared lot near its apex.
Your prompt for today: