"Superman," Oliver said.
"You shrunk." There was a cracking noise from one of the planks. "Watch it!" The other man got both hands under one edge of the boulder, bent his knees, and heaved. The boulder rocked and began to slide down the planks. They bowed farther but held as the three of them guided the boulder to the street.
"One good moss-rock, Mrs. Nakano. Kind of small, though."
"I know you guys like a challenge," she said.
"Where you want it?"
She pointed through the gate.
"We better do it. This start down the road, it end up in somebody's living room." They walked the boulder through the gate and to one end of a flower bed. It took three of them to move it without using crowbars; Oliver helped until it was in place.
"Hard to find a good moss-rock these days," Mrs. Nakano said. "How about a soda?"
"Too early for anything else," one said. "Sure."
"Thank you so much for helping," she said to Oliver. "Are you thirsty?"