There were empty spots on the garage wall where he thought things had been hanging. Mr. Diamonte found he could walk around his car without having to move things out of the way.

He looked for his lawnmower, his weedwacker, his manly Echo chainsaw. Everything was there. He looked for his snowblower, his spreader, his sprayer, his leafblower; they were all there. His shovels, his hoe and his many different purpose specialized rakes were all neatly hanging by leather thongs threaded through holes in their handles.

"Well, that's that," he said satisfied with it all and happily went into the house.

"Hallo!" he hollered as he walked in.