“Where did it go?” asked Zacharias as he trained his binoculars on the lush vegetation behind his home.
“What are you talking about?” his wife queried when she joined him on the back deck.
“The culprit, who messed up our flower beds, pillaged our waste bins, unlatched our kitchen window and ate the last slice of pizza.”
“You must mean Smoky, our masked bandit,” she replied and shrugged her shoulders.
“I can’t believe you have given it a name,” said Zacharias
.
Smoky decided it was time to move on. He knew when his presence was no longer wanted or needed.
“What are you talking about?” his wife queried when she joined him on the back deck.
“The culprit, who messed up our flower beds, pillaged our waste bins, unlatched our kitchen window and ate the last slice of pizza.”
“You must mean Smoky, our masked bandit,” she replied and shrugged her shoulders.
“I can’t believe you have given it a name,” said Zacharias
.
Smoky decided it was time to move on. He knew when his presence was no longer wanted or needed.
