Old men obsessed with leaf blowers

Citizens!

The hills are alive with the sound of an irritating whining noise. Even in the distant reaches of the Lithgow bushland, the peaceful tranquillity of the wilderness this afternoon became overridden by an inescapable unending whining pitch. 

Driven mad by the noise, young Kolya Krastokin and Pseudo Professor Zosima went in search of the sound. Traipsing through dense bush and following their ears to guide them, they quickly identified the source of such torment. 

Peeking through some shrubs, their torturer was revealed to be an elderly man using a leaf blower to create a zone around his house devoid of any unwanted organic matter. 

With the last leaf being blown from his driveway the cessation of their suffering ceased. 

The old man turned to enter his garage with a dignified strut of satisfaction. 

‘Finally, thank the heavens!’ exclaimed Zosima. ‘Such a contraption makes sense on a large property but seems a little needless here.’ 

‘Ssshshshshs!’ erupted an all too similar sound from the house next door, as they witnessed another old man emerge with a leaf blower in hand. 

‘Maybe it’s a contraption to ward off the boredom of retirement?’ Kolya Krastokin remarked.