Originally Posted by mgburg

A mechanic who worked out of his home had a Basset Hound named Mace.

Mace had a bad habit of eating all the grass in the mechanic's lawn, so the mechanic decided to keep Mace inside. The grass eventually became terribly thick and overgrown.

One day, as the mechanic was walking across his yard to work on a car, he dropped his wrench along the way, losing it in the tall grass. He couldn't find it for the life of him, so he decided to call it a day.

That night Mace escaped from the house and ate all the grass in the back yard. The next morning the mechanic went outside and saw his wrench glinting in the sunlight. Realizing what had happened he looked up to the heavens and proclaimed . . .

"A grazing Mace, how sweet the hound, that saved a wrench for me!"