Ahhhh!
Brings on a nice warm glow - warm summer evening, gentle breezes, and a flock of 300s quietly grazing in a wildflower strewn meadow.
Listen carefully and you might hear their gentle murmuring - a gearbox input shaft clattering as the propshaft magnifys the sound here, an 84 B14 responding with a touch of cold piston slap there - and from the far side a group of varios whining and droning as they head for the barn. And as the sun sets and the flock has clustered for the night the meadow is empty except for tyre trodden flowers mixed with little crumbly bit from front valences, spots of oil from seeping diff cover plates and the odd droopy parcel shelf.
Now! That would make a change to the usual "adopt a giant warthog for Xmas" charity.
Mollusk.
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