Never a fan of cliches, this post kinda kills me. That said, the difference between Polly Pocket at Thomas the Train was apparently clear when Adam, I and the gang came upon a rather complex logging operation in the mountains. Where I was bored and ready to immediately move along, Adam was drooling at the machinery, pointing at each giant forest beast and calling out their names.
Essentially I was twirling my hair and snapping my gum in the seat next to him. Silly machines. Silly boys.
So, Salty — what are the names of these forest killers again?