“Sitting in a chair in my backyard thinking I should do something with it. But, I rarely come out here by myself and I never had anyone over. The kid next door mows the grass. And honestly, I pay him even though, for all I know, he might never have mowed it. I’d never stepped foot in it between the times I paid him. I just kept thinking, I should do something with my back yard.
As I mused on this dilemma, I was gazing up at the clouds, well, cloud, there was only one in sight. Realizing this, I looked around for another, but all I saw was blue, blue, and one tiny white cloud.
Feeling whimsical, I said out loud, “Are you lost little cloud?”
“She’s on a mission,” a raspy voice said behind me.
I turned so quickly my head spun, but there was no one there. I jumped up, “Who said that?!”
“I said it, are you blind?” It seemed to be coming from a black bird on the low branch of my maple tree.
“Ha, ha. Who’s there, birds don’t talk!”
The bird spat out a seed, “Didn’t you ever hear of Edgar Allen Poe? Once upon a midnight dreary and all that? Of course, birds talk.”
“That was a Raven, you’re a crow.”
“And you, are a snob,” and it flew away.”
“And that’s why you’re putting your house on the market?” asked the realtor, skeptically.
“What would you do?” I asked.
“OK!” she said, taking my arm, like an old friend. “Show me around!”
“I could almost see the dollar signs dancing in her eyes. So, she never even asked about dry rot or if the basement flooded, and she sold it two weeks later!”
“Anything for you Mum.”