The gate was moving (slowly) across the icy cold ground. His only goal for the time being was to get it off the path, so that poor old Patsy could get through without any hassle. The gate was troublesome enough hanging wrong, but laying wrong was not an improvement.
Patsy was now running a little late and surely would be back soon and she’d not find the path blocked when she got here, not if Winston could help it.
He looked at the gate thoughtfully.
Then he looked at the fence.
He took the loose end of the rope, climbed over the fence to one side of the path and using his weight plus whatever strength he could put into it, he pulled down with all his might. “Uuuuuuuhhhhhggg!”
The gate moved across the path about a foot and then stopped.
He was about to adjust his grip to take up the slack and move it again when he noticed Tiggy appear at the gaping hole where the gate once hung and he smiled. “Ya wuddna be here ta help me out agen wud ya?” He let the rope go slack for a moment as he spoke. “Eff yu cud help me wid dis geat, I’d be very grateful.” he added, hopefully.
Winston would persevere regardless, of course, but the sooner he got this gate off the path, the sooner he could get to making something nice to eat for dinner, for himself and his new acquaintance, in an attempt to win them over. Gift giving was about the best thing ever and cooking was his first most favorite thing to do.
Patsy was now running a little late and surely would be back soon and she’d not find the path blocked when she got here, not if Winston could help it.
He looked at the gate thoughtfully.
Then he looked at the fence.
He took the loose end of the rope, climbed over the fence to one side of the path and using his weight plus whatever strength he could put into it, he pulled down with all his might. “Uuuuuuuhhhhhggg!”
The gate moved across the path about a foot and then stopped.
He was about to adjust his grip to take up the slack and move it again when he noticed Tiggy appear at the gaping hole where the gate once hung and he smiled. “Ya wuddna be here ta help me out agen wud ya?” He let the rope go slack for a moment as he spoke. “Eff yu cud help me wid dis geat, I’d be very grateful.” he added, hopefully.
Winston would persevere regardless, of course, but the sooner he got this gate off the path, the sooner he could get to making something nice to eat for dinner, for himself and his new acquaintance, in an attempt to win them over. Gift giving was about the best thing ever and cooking was his first most favorite thing to do.

