The neighbors came over last evening to mow our grass...7 of them...with two lawnmowers plus ours. They mow a while at a quick pace and change off to someone else. Unbeknownst to the adults, the 11 year old had come ahead and filled our lawnmower and one of theirs with diesel fuel...yes, they are gasoline engines. So while we were draining the fuel from those lawnmowers, we noticed sirens...and more sirens. We don't have sirens very often and even one tiny siren becomes the main event. In the east sky, beyond our woods was a big cloud of billowing black smoke. A sawmill was on fire. Some of the adult and teenage males jumped on bicycles and went to get the details of the fire, while the lawnmowing continued. After the fire was out and the lawn was mowed, the neighbors gathered in our driveway to discuss the details of the fire. About then, the same 11 year old spotted a couple of raccoons under one of our pine trees. The men turned into little boys and the little boys turned into men. A 7 year old ran home to get the coon dog and I will spare you the details. We'll just say there are two less varmints terrorizing the neighbors' poultry, and Miss Kitty has two less enemies.
Roscoe's Pa missed the whole thing...propped up in the recliner in the living room. His knee is less painful and he remains upbeat.
This is a photo of the 11 year old who added to the evening's drama. Here he is training a pony to pull a cart. But the cart wasn't available so he hitched the pony to the surrey. This picture is in our driveway.
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