I use my BCS two-wheeled tractor to mow a park. It comes out a little scraggly; there are some parts that I want to buzz over again, but I am out of time, so I leave the tractor there for when I come back. When I come back later, it is gone, apparently stolen.

My former friend Stacey visits my house, and we discuss the tractor situation. She has an app on her phone that allows her to find it, apparently with some tracking device. We follow its lead to a fence in the neighborhood around the park, where there are a number of blue plastic parts, the "finish parts" of the tractor. Whoever stole it took these parts off and threw them in the weeds by the fence. The app found the parts, but not the tractor.

For some reason I don't think the naked tractor went very far, so I organize a posse of friends to search the park, but they don't cooperate very well. I end up in a cave under part of the park where some homeless people live. At least, that eliminates part of the park; for some reason, the tractor couldn't be in the area above the cave.

Finally I find the tractor in a sort of cache, in a small copse in the park. Somebody constructed a shed out of sticks and leaves, with a door, and stashed the tractor there. I'm happy to find it.