Good day
Finally wrestled Maestro up a flight of stairs where he will eventually conduct his business for the time being. Actually, I rolled the fat boy....
Maestro is rather plump and heavy isn't he; but, the leviathan is possible to be snatched and hurled by one person. Nevertheless, moving the stout, little Maestro by one's self is still probably not a brilliant idea unless a person doesn't have any other means for steam when it's time for business (The Night Train means business when it pulls into the station!)
After the grunting, groaning and the profuse sweating subsided, I wondered what in the world had Maestro eaten in order to grow into such a rotund? After all, ICE is outside on the roof.......hmmmm!
