The other night, as I washed dishes, I happened to glance out the kitchen
window and saw a small boy in my neighbor's yard. Slung
over his shoulder was what appeared to be a mallet with a blue foam head. The boy
walked with a pace that was slow and deliberate. Occasionally he'd dart off with mallet waving in the air.
Suddenly, he disappeared from view. On a hunch, I decided to look out the window facing MY back yard...
And there he was – clearly on the trail of a rabbit!
Suddenly, he disappeared from view. On a hunch, I decided to look out the window facing MY back yard...
And there he was – clearly on the trail of a rabbit!
I decided to have a chat with him and discovered he was new to the
neighborhood and wanted the rabbit for a pet. After we chatted about the
perils of wild critter catching (which included my securing his promise to
leave the rabbits alone), he asked me how old I was.
So I answered, "Probably
about a grandma's age. Do you know how old that is?"
I should know better.
And how did he reply? "Well.
Pretty old. Between 60 and 100."
So I responded, "Yep. I'm
pretty close to that."
