“The fox nodded and walked around, inspecting the equipment. What a machine! Each time a complex mechanism led the guy to admire . The details fit together so tightly and precisely that one can only wonder how people could come up with and put it all together. The harvester seemed to Lisa a living creature, ill with some of his strange sores. And it's his job, Lisa, to find these sores and cure them. And the fox smoothed, calmed the machine, as if a living creature whispered to her affectionate words, looking for a sore spot. The guy examined the riser, checked the work of the galls, cheats, spinners, and Micah still somehow trampled near . What? In the end, the fox could not stand . Treatment of the capricious mechanism required concentration, and Uncle Micah with his sighs distracted and prevented from catching the breakdown.