Sit Right Back and You'll Hear a Tale (Kinda)

So I think we have a neighbor that wanted to be Noah but lost his nerve. For quite some time now I've noticed the inexplicable stock piling of wood they have going on..... it's in the front yard, in the back yard, in the garage, in the driveway.....no amount of fence building could ever explain the amount of wood this family has. And yet a few days ago a sign mysteriously appeared in their yard: Wood For Sale

And now I am left with a burning curiosity-- what on earth could Not-Quite-Noah have been building? And who talked him out of it? Now you might be thinking: Sarah, what if he just wanted to start a side business? What if he thought, Sarah, that selling random pieces of wood in highly unusable sizes and shapes would be a great way to supplement his income? I would say two things in response-- One, don't use my name more than once like that. It creeps me out. And two, if he wanted to start a wood farm, he shouldn't live in a subdivision.

I suppose I could pretend to be in deep need of a good piece of wood to do some whittling with and ask the man....but I think we all know how I feel about talking to people I don't know (unless it's over the phone and dealing with my computer, but that's another story for another day).