How did Darlene know Moxie tasted like that? Sure, that’s how the Ektoids watered their crops, but where had she drunk moose piss…and why? Darlene Rogers was weird.
I went out to feed the chickens later that afternoon and collect the eggs. There was another two dozen or more today. That would be a good gift for the food kitchen in town. Although I loved eggs; fried, boiled, scrambled, poached, quiche, and any other way I came up with, I really wasn’t in the mood to cook today, nor mow the grass.
I looked out over my property. The acres that I’d cleared were already starting to regrow all the bushes and trees that had been there. Maybe I needed some cattle or elephants to mow it. Wol might know who was in the neighborhood that could do that. I’d seen him out here last night, although he h
