Who needs working stories on ones blog when you can write about your conversation with your 85-year old neighbor.
Neighbor: Betty
Age: 85 (Duh, I said it a sentence ago.)
Me: "Betty, Happy Friday!"
Betty: *carrying a white grocery sack* "Same to you."
Me: "What are you up to?"
Betty: "Well, the neighbor called and said there's a turkey a-nesting. Have you seen the turkey?"
Me: "YESSSS!!!! It runs between our houses!"
Betty: "Well the neighbor said it laid an egg in her yard and she wants me to get it."
Me: "What are you doing with the bag?"
Betty: "I am going to get the egg!!!!"
Me: What about the turkeys?"
Betty: "If they give me any trouble, I am going to beat them with my cane." *she holds up her cane and wiggles it*
When we got back from the lake, I checked Betty's driveway for turkey feathers and/or any sign of turkey or Betty trauma. Everything appears in order.
Wonder what happened to the egg....?