There once was a house that was the sharpest in the neighborhood. Those were the Tankers. They were a very clean family and would have everything prep and nice. One afternoon Mrs. Tankers came over and asked, “do you need help with your yard no offence it really needs some work”. “I think we deal with it ourselves,” said my mom. In the beginning mom was pretty heated until she saw the yard. Finally holding it in for 2 days she said, “we have to do what Mrs. Tankers” said while brawled all over the couch. “Fine,” said dad. The End.