Frank joined us in the middle of Indiana when we stopped to take four thousand pictures of the wind farm. Frank was surprisingly trainable, actually. I couldn't get my camera to focus on him at first and when I did, he crawled to the edge of the gear shaft. I scolded him ("No, Frank, I need you centered! You don't show up on the edge!") and herded him back to the top. Where he posed nicely for a couple of pictures to the amazement of Cindy and Jody. I never doubted, though. I had faith in Frank all along.
Then I thanked him and sent him on his sluggish way.
Frank, ladies and gentlemen.