Cannibalism

So this morning, as I was wheeling the first load of stove pellets up from the shop, my wheelbarrow ground to a halt with a whoosh of escaping air. I fetched the tire pump and began an upper body workout, but to no avail. The tire was still in perfect shape, but it had seemingly become too large to fit the rim (I suspect this was caused by underinflation and frequent use with 120 lb. loads). After cursing the manufacturer and visualizing a trip to the hardware store, I remembered the worn out barrow left behind the shop by the previous inhabitants. Sure enough, the wheel was sun-cracked but servicable. After a few turns of the wrench I had restored my beast of burden and loaded fifteen bags of Golden Fire pellets into the storage room, ensuring another five days of balmy indoor weather.