Nighttime Gear Inspection

I hauled my trusty chainsaw back inside and hopped up onto the warm sofa cushion, shaking off the chill from the garden trail. After marching over stones all afternoon, my gear deserved a full dragon tune-up. I unrolled a soft cotton washcloth across my lap and used the edge to gently wipe away tiny flecks of damp grass clinging to the teeth of my chainsaw blade. Then I gave the handle a firm squeeze, testing its balance right in the glow of the corner floor lamp. Every single tooth is spotless and ready for tomorrow's filming!