I got a message last night around 8:30 p.m. from our tired hero — Teth Seter. “Pig Pig knows how to escape,” he says. “He ran a muck in our garbage. He was sprinting around the yard when I pulled up. I spent $100 at Lowe’s. I’m going to build a fence out of wood. It took me two hours to get home because 71 was closed. I’m going to build a fence out of wood now.”
Unable to resist those words, I sped home after a recreation task force meeting to join the old man in the fray.
I walked into the house to find Teth and the Pig on the couch watching television. And where was Pig Pig? I inquired. “Oh … I don’t know, I think he’s in the garage.”
On a pile of old curtains he’d dragged into the middle of the floor. The doors were open. He loves us. He’s people.
The rest of the story is quite dull, with the two of us constructing a quality wood fence in the thunderstorm, with the Pig and the Pig Pig, who weren’t much help. We were in bed by 1 a.m.
I felt obligated to share this, although pretty soon, you people are going to stop believing me.
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