Stockyard I

Luke works at Stockyard Horticultural Supply. Though very young, he is now in charge of the growing operation there - setting up his own accounts, taking stock of situations, and whipping that place into shape. He is also somewhat of a linguist. But I don't like to brag. I really don't.

Two days ago, he relayed to me a motto he had invented for his fledgling company:

"Here at Stockyard, we run things by the seat of our pants. Unfortunately, we wear assless chaps."