In the afternoon on the weekend, with a temperature of 30 ° C, my wife and I took the dog for a picnic. None of us wants to go, so we go together, and agree to keep it.
“Oh no,” my wife says when we get to the garden. Look through the open extension and see what you see.
“Palises”, I say. Under each tree, in every square foot of the available shade, people sit on blankets with food spread in front of them.
“Absolute minefield,” says my wife. “I had to think about this.”
In order to be fair, the dog did not disrupt a picnic in progress, causing my wife and my wife both to imagine. This is because the dog was absolutely allowed anywhere near the picnic.
We keep the dog in the front so that we are safely through some baked playgrounds, and take a wide path that does not provide any shade and make walking twice as long as we expect.
When we get to the house, drain and without a list, I find the turtle on its back in the garden again, as the legs flutter without power and strength. Like the summer heat, the turtle used to the upside down to be an event once every four years, but this is the second time that this happens in six weeks. I think: How can it be a neglected animal? The turtle was placed again on his feet, and immediately step on the fire.
To be fair, I went to set fire to the fire – he was tending to the house and I intended to put it away. But as I approached, I failed to note that Tines facing the outside, and put my feet on it. The handle flies through my outstretched fingers and hit me in the face.
“Ah”, I say, I feel my upper hair, which has already started bloating. When nullifying the fire in the bushes next to the back door, I remember that the hardness is the purest humiliation forms – simple and group. I am determined to tell someone about this episode.
“I just went up to set the fire, as in a cartoon,” I say in the middle after five minutes.
“truly?” He says, does not look at the laptop.
“Under a lifetime stupidity,” although I remember the same thing that has happened to me about three years ago. At least it was dark at that time.
He says: “I think the lesson is, and put the fire away.”
I said, “I used to put the fire.”
The next morning, my wife suggests walking in a place that she will surely be free of picnics. “He is on his way to discharge,” she says.
We are driving a parking lot on the edge of the town, along with a garden of skiing panel, exclusively by men over the age of 30.
“What is this?” My wife says.
“Deno,” I say. “Some of the initiative existing in order, perhaps.”
Beyond the ski garden is located in a small empty field, recently cut.
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“On my phone, it seems to continue for miles,” says my wife. But in front of us, we can only see a few acres. We cross the field into a line of trees and follow a narrow, enlarged path with Brambles and Nettles, and Prams in the Grueing Movement extended by a bridge of improvised garbage: an old frame, partially burned and two long rubber feet used to support temporary duel.
“What now?” I say.
“We cross,” my wife says.
Beyond the current, we find a wide area that was reclaimed by Wilderness: Tresby Trees and Wildflowers and wet lands full of ducks and broadcasts.
We cannot see anything that goes beyond this oasis, but the long buildings are in the distance. There are no other people. The dog is launched through the long grass, leaving the irritating and winding distances.
“It is amazing.”
“At hand to empty,” I say.
Returning home, the dog extends on the cold kitchen floor, exhausted. I go to open the garden door, just to find it jammed. The naked handle is tilted on the other side, mixed in the corner of the glass part, holding it.
I think: This really set fire to me. Forced the door open a few inches and press the past.
At the other end of the fire, I find the turtle, the back leg besieged between two Tines. It was clear that he was swinging in the past, caught his foot and pulled out the fire on the door.
“I can’t feel this is partially my fault,” I say, editing the besieged foot. The turtle gives me a look that says: This is all your mistake.
I think the lesson is, put the fire away.
