[Whenever the weather was 'reptile friendly', Luke took Len-Len out on walks in the fresh air and sunshine.  Today's unseasonal beach stroll would have been no different except for what sprouted mushroom-like up from the sand midway between forest line and surf.

Within immediate range of the crossgate, a public barbecue wouldn't look at all out of place.  Some miles away from there, and to where few ventured, it was an odd - no - ridiculous sight.  Made little sense for the curse to plunk such a thing in 'middle of nowhere', thus rendering it impractical.  Far better if the barbeque had been placed in his backyard, at least then it would have seen some use.

Such a waste on the City's part.]