How Poetic

Another Autumn post, so forgive me, but she wrote a poem and even included a drawing.

Make My Day

I got a call the other day from Ninny, and while the connection was bad, I got the idea of what she was wanting...and I was filled with a combination of fear and absolute joy.  You see, she told me that she went to let Sir Pete out the front door of her house, and there stretched out behind her car on the concrete was a 4-6 ft snake of some nefarious variety eviling (that's not a word so don't bother looking it up) its way north either to her trees or to Tom's lot.  I was thinking she would ask me to come over and check it out after work, but instead, her question was where she could buy a shotgun.  Oh yeah, Ninny's packin' heat! Or at least she's in the process.  Since the connection was bad when she called me, she then called Arlan who, with a straight face, absorbed the harrowing tale of the snake and told her where the gun shop in Burington was and gave her some suggestions.

I talked to her later and the shotgun she was wanting was already sold, but she and the owner of the store had found another that would work.  She was quite taken by the pistol that shoots shotgun shells, but at $500 she thought that was a bit much.  She said that on her way out she was quite taken with a rifle and asked him what that one was.  It's an AK-47, he replied.  She's not getting that one either but man, think of the possibilities!