Trevor and Will had spent the morning filling potholes on the Farmington Road. With the job done, Will poured a couple of cups of tea from the flask while Trev looked at the next ticket.
“Looks like another bridge obstruction,” Trevor said, holding the paperwork up for his partner to see.
“That’s the third one this week,” Will reflected.
“I think it got something to do with the season,” Trev said.
“Could be,” Will said taking a gulp of tea.
The pair hitched up the horses to the red and yellow stripped wagon and headed to the bridge.
They stopped about fifty yards short of the structure, and Will opened the tailgate marked “Highway Maintenance” and took out two “Men At Work” signs. Meanwhile, Trevor donned his yellow reflective vest and strode to the bridge. He went about a third of the way over and leaned over the railing to look beneath it. He recoiled a bit and pinched his nose with two fingers before shaking his head and heading back to his colleague.
“It’s smelly down there, and it looks like a type two Ogre.”
Will opened the door of a cage at the back of the wagon, and grabbed the harness of a large goat. “Come on, Gruff, old fella, time to get you a little exercise.”