I live at the end of a cul-de-sac. There are no houses with kids around me. The ones at the top of the hill are too lazy to walk down to fetch stray balls. I have a small dog who weights as much as the missing stone. The deer who inhabit the woods surrounding my backyard do, on occasion, wander up for a visit or a nibble, but how could they carry off a 10 pound stone? What do you suppose happened to it?Saturday, July 18, 2009
I Love a Good Mystery
I live at the end of a cul-de-sac. There are no houses with kids around me. The ones at the top of the hill are too lazy to walk down to fetch stray balls. I have a small dog who weights as much as the missing stone. The deer who inhabit the woods surrounding my backyard do, on occasion, wander up for a visit or a nibble, but how could they carry off a 10 pound stone? What do you suppose happened to it?
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