Just to be on the safe side though, I ain’t going by the pond, I keep hearing me brother saying alligators down there!
The last time I been there, living dangerously, checking out books in the little free library, I look at the bench to see if it high enough to jump up on, just in case! I don’t think me Aged Ma could scamper up on it though.
As for the trees!
I check them out to see if I could climb up. Them trees should be ashamed of theyself. Them is the most unclimb-able trees you ever could behold. Every tree got one straight, skin-grazing trunk with no lower branches to grabble on to. All o’ them out of reach, mocking me. I can’t imagine trying to push me Aged Ma up into any o’ them.
It ain’t good to live in fear, though. I should go by the pond, sit on the bench, contemplate life and so on. If a gator pop up, you never know what adrenaline can do in times of emergency. It might make me wrestle a gator, ride on he back and pull out he teeth! I might end up in the news, get a film contract like Crocodile Dundee.
I ain’t banking on that though, just in case adrenaline let me down. I think I prefer the placidity of this place, after all.
I hope you doing well. ‘Til next time…plenty luuuve, neena.
