“He’s at the door again, Honey.”
“I know. He’s been there all night. Making
that high whining sound.”
“We have to do
something. The phone has been ringing non-stop. I think his presence was the
only thing preventing the neighbours to come over in person and complain about
his presence. You can’t blame them. His rear must be in, I would say, Ostrich
Ave, and his wings stretch from here to the primary school on the one side and
the traffic circle in Dan Pienaar Dr on the other. What a mess!”
“I am sorry,
Love. I never should have mentioned how lonely he looked there on the tarmac
after we’ve landed. It was just that I wasn’t that aware of him during our
flight. But seeing him from outside and all the people leaving him in such a rush
after travelling together for that distance... They didn’t even look in his
direction. It just felt right to say thank you.”
“Shhh... It’s
not your fault. How were you to know that he was going to follow us home? We
just have to stay calm and think clearly.”
“Who’s going to
believe us? I don’t even want to think about all the damages. What are we going
to do?”
“We can always
skip the country.”
“Skip the
country? How on earth do you suggest we do that?”
“Go and open the
door, Honey.”
George
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