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The Rewards of Faith

February 13, 2011

There is a mystical willow tree in the park.  Scout and I stop by at least once a day.  It’s a good place to rest for a minute.

You never know what will transpire.  Animal sacrifice, free pants, teens squatting like monkeys in the branches, mushrooms, graffiti, hushed men in trench coats.  The tree cloaks itself in high strangeness.  We can only marvel.

Usually it goes something like this:

There's something there. I know it!

That’s pretty much exactly what happened this morning.

You see, every day I laugh and explain to the poor dog that although I agree the tree warrants keeping a suspicious eye on, there is no reason to act like a loon.  It’s pointless to bark at it or circle around it in a frenzy.  The tree’s mysteries will not be revealed to us.

This morning, however, Scout was rewarded for her devotion while I was given a reminder not to assume.

Scout was staring at the tree.  Waiting.

I was gently prompting her to move along.

Then a dumb, fat squirrel bounced off of my shoulder and plopped right between the dog’s waiting paws.

The three of us were stunned.

Mayhem ensued.

The Great Willow endured.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. February 14, 2011 12:24 PM

    I had a conversation with a Willow last night. This one had horns though.

  2. Necromanticore permalink
    February 14, 2011 1:18 PM

    *laughs* that’s great! Scout must have been so proud.

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