Sitting before our gate. A horse-drawn wagon of seasoned firewood.
It belonged to a neighbor, a malicious lunatic, who had been harassing us for two decades as her meager funds and IQ would permit. I had seen the wood lying around her property. Now, here it was, neatly stacked.
Was this a pease offering? We were not in the habit of consulting with her, and were in fact quite happy with that arrangement.
Leaning against the wagon was an ancient motorbike with a small two-cycle engine. What is this? I had never seen this item before. Probably, it's junk. Look at the rust. Hasn't run for ages, probably.
It kicked right off.
I rode it down the road. We live in the mountains and I did not expect it to take me down the hill and back.
It did.
What's the meaning of this?
"...and further despondent sayeth not."
"...and further despondent sayeth not."
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