I went out to the field to talk to the Rock. I complained uninterrupted about my life.
After about a couple of hours I ran out of problems, so I just stood there trying to catch my breath.
The Rock said, “I’m sorry, what did you say? I wasn’t listening.”
Corn makes me sooo angry!
I know I shouldn’t be because what has corn ever done to me?
That’s what upsets me.
The ghost of Confederate General Robert E. Lee’s horse, Traveler appeared while I was in my backyard.
The ghost of Traveler said, “What is it that you are doing?”
I said that I was filing holes which had been made by gophers.
The ghost of Traveler said, “It’s a shame that what’s considered to be a good thing by one species, is by another profane.”
