So on Tuesday morning, my buddy’s wife woke up and went about her morning routine. She walked their dog, took a shower, ate breakfast, along with all of life’s other basic duties and requirements. Then, she locked the front door of their rental home in downtown Bend, hopped into their 2000 Honda Accord that was parked on the street, and headed off to work. As she pulled forward, she felt a slight “shimmy” from behind. Stopping and exiting her vehicle, she walked to the rear to investigate. Wondering what in the world was rolling around in her trunk. But after opening the ‘boot’ and Sherlock’ing the hell out of it, she found nothing wrong. Back in the driver’s seat, she slowly eased around a corner near their home and realized that the “shudder” was still present. This time, she got out of her car, and assiduously examined her Honda. To her great surprise she saw that the rear tire on the driver’s side had mysteriously shed itself of all it’s tread during the night.
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(Story) Their Damn Mess : Part II of II
Squinting in the sun, still eyeing where the Alpha had fallen, Gerty was thankful for nature. Like some pathetic cop-out, she hoped it’s help would alleviate her conscience a bit. All she had to do was kill the healthiest, the most powerful in the packs. And the other predators in the area would rapidly capitalize on these actions and complete her job.
Finished with her canteen and handkerchief, Gerty places them inside her pack. Zipping the pocket closed. She wraps her arms through the straps and stands in one fluid motion. Setting her cap on her head, she then bends over and picks up her rifle from where it was resting on the ground. Carrying it against her shoulder, her dry, chalky hike down the butte begins.
