Dear Mr. Deere,
I am writing because when I think of lawnmowers, I think of you. Lately I have been thinking about lawnmowers quite a lot.
Outside my window a small team of men are running weed whackers with the mufflers removed. They have been working for 8 hours so far today and today is the third day straight. It must seem to you to be an incredible amount of time for so many people to be whacking weeds. It would be if they were, in fact, whacking weeds. They are not.
It is my limited experience that Sāmoans like to have meticulously-maintained, elaborate gardens and wide-open expanses of well-kept lawns. They mow these lawns with weed whackers. Teams of weed whacking men will mow a single lawn for hours.
I write to you because I can only imagine the hours of manpower that could be saved on my school’s compound if but a single one of your riding lawnmowers was graciously bequeathed. Just imagine, if you will, if this lawn-mowing phenomenon spread throughout the island. I believe it would fill small children with laughter and that joyful men and women would dance in the street.
I know of at least two palagi who would rest easily (at 6 o’clock in the morning) with the knowledge that lawnmowers had come to Sāmoa.