I decided to just close my eyes and take little cuts.<br/><br/>"Bit by Bit, my boy," I can hear my mother's nasally twang.<br/><br/>ZZZZZttt, the chain saw whines but soon hangs in the burlap bag. Smoke pours from the engine. Damn, the third chain saw this  month. Why can't Ma take care of this.... black lump. Just this time. I swear I would be more prepared next time.