The rest of us were sitting outside on the wooden porch when they showed up, in the form of one police car, and one officer, who happened to be a woman. My menagerie slunk beneath the porch. My boy said, “This man saved my life. I’ll tell you all about it but I want to see my grandma first. She lives…” but I didn’t hear the rest. Now that the boy was safe, I wanted to get away. No cops for me please, with all those animals and a bagful of weed and money and God knows what the gift I’d been given earlier was, so off I went, not under the porch, but behind the building, where one by one, the animals followed. I wanted one more ride, but I didn’t want it to be in a police car!
Well, I got that one more ride, but true to my travelling backwards in time, this one was a wagon full of hay. Yup,
