Let me paint you a picture. The ground is covered in 2 inches of solid ice. Its 34 degrees out and raining like cats and dogs. Wind is wiping 25-35 mph. Its plain old nasty outside. I heard a tree crash behind the house, I run to the back window to take a look. Now I hear something at the front door. Back to the front of the house. What is this. George you little devil. You have struck again. Thank you so very much. I quickly open the package to see what he has left. My eyes start to glow and soon you will all know.
Humm it will take some time to figure out what he took, but I am sure what ever it is another needs it more then I. Now if the weather ever lets up we can share a pic or two of what George has left us. Thank you George.