The Rabbit Catcher

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!

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."