March 29, 2014 – Vivienne, Mrs. Turner’s 200 lb. farm pig, barreled into our yard today.
“Happy! Sawyer! Peaches!” she squealed as she rounded the corner by our henhouse.
“Viv!” I answered as she came to a panting halt. “What’s the matter? You sound out of breath!”
“It’s okay,” Viv replied. “I have more.” She paused for a moment, obviously collecting her oxygen reserves before continuing on with the purpose of her unexpected and abrupt visit.
“I overheard the most disturbing news! I was poking around behind the Community Center a few minutes ago. (Their trash has the best leftovers. Today, I got two apples and a stalk of celery.) Anyway, I heard a man telling someone else, that he was moving to another state. He was going to take his wife and flee out of this town!”
“What’s so disturbing about that?” I asked, offering Viv a tall glass of water.
“Hap?!” she countered with an astonished look. “I didn’t know people kept fleas as pets. It’s so wrong!”
Vivienne had a point. I promised to grab a crew in the morning to investigate. In the meantime, I invited her to stay for lunch and take a tour of the new brewery site. It was good to see Viv again. We don’t see the farm animals as much in the winter as we do during the warmer months. We promised to plan a hootenanny in a couple of weeks after the mud dries. I can’t wait!