Roller Reunites with Roadworks in Idiot Village

My driveway is now the official parking lot for a Ministry of Transport and Works road roller. It's been parked under my window for a couple months and it has become the boys' favorite outdoor toy. (They climb on up and mock drive it like one of those cop cars in Chefette Wildey.) Whether the road works crew use the roller or not I can't be sure. I saw it moved but once. That was at about 2 in the morning when a very loud, ginormous truck rolled in through the gates and lifted said roller on its back to have its flat tyre fixed. She was then brought back home the next morning, tyre repaired, to resume her post guarding the frangipani tree. "Yuh mean, I gotta let out de air in dese tyres tuh get dis move from hay?", asks Ricky.
With the amount of road repair going on in the island, one might consider this roller reststop a gross waste of productivity but considering road works have knocked up a little board house in the bush, have found a waterhole in my freezer and a toilet in the pig pens, it actually makes perfect sense that their vehicles should join them behind God's back in this idiot village.