And an out of breath one too. I've run all the way home. All the time looking over my shoulder and waiting for a hand to land on my shoulder and a voice to say: "Stop! Thief!" But it didn't happen, I'm home safe with my booty!
I didn't set out to steal anything. Honestly. I was just out for my usual walk with my trusty accomplice (the hairy four-legged one, aka, Rusty) and something came over me...
It's a lovely day and we didn't deviate much from our usual route. We crossed the main road, holding up all the traffic, went through the turnstile and into the park. I decided to take the path that runs along by the river, Rusty might like a swim today, or just a paddle in the water. I might even join him, but just up to my ankles, I'm not as brave as him!
It's a couple of weeks since I walked down this path and I noticed today how over grown it has become. The shrubs and trees on the river side are so tall now, that they bend right over and make a tunnel for me to walk through. The high bank on the other side is very overgrown also, with the grasses and wild flowers so tall that Rusty would be lost forever if he went into them. It's all very colorful tho' with an abundance of wild flowers that I don't remember seeing the last time I walked this way.
Rusty had a paddle and a vigorous shake when he came out of the water, leaving me covered from head to toe in river water. Oh well, the sun will dry me.
Just as I came up from the river bank, it got quite noisy. It took me a minute to figure out what was making all the noise. A grass cutting tractor was making its way up from the bottom of the park, heading for the bank where I was now standing.
A thought struck me. Oh no...
I jumped behind a tree for cover. Rusty thought this was a great game, and barked loudly to show his appreciation. Lucky the noise of the tractor was louder than the barking of a very excited small dog. I let the tractor go by. I will have to be quick. He has to go to the other end, make a wide circle to turn and then make his way back down to where I am. That will give me a couple of minutes. I jumped out of my hiding place, a very large tree, with Rusty showing greater appreciation of this new game by jumping round in circles and barking even louder.
I was really quick, darting about, picking the best of the crop, one eye on the tractor one eye on the booty and trying to keep Rusty under control. Next time I am gong to steal something , I'm gong to work on my own, you just cant rely on an assistant who makes lots of noise and wants to pee on your hiding place!
I just finished my crime as the tractor turned. Phew, I don't think he, the tractor driver, saw me. But I can't be sure. I started to run, and kept running until I got all the way home. All the time looking over my shoulder and waiting for the hand to grasp me...
My booty? These lovely wild flowers:
Actually, I should call myself a savior not a thief, because if I hadn't rescued them, the tractor would have finished them off...
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