- May 11, 2010
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Spring slapped my hubby and I in the face and told us to get busy. So he went to work on the hay baler while I swept the garage clean. Thinking deep thoughts while escorted by bumblebees the size of humming birds I carefully herded the winter dirt toward the double doors. These bees always appear in the spring and follow me while I do my chores. They hover nearby as if inspecting my work. Since they never bother me I ignore them. Occasionally two will start sparring and I will watch them duke it out.
I was sweeping and just stopped to watch two bees engage when the hubby shouted he heard a dog whining. Escorted by my bevy of bees, I joined him in the barn where sure enough I heard a dog whining.
"Think your horse might have kicked him?" asked the grease covered spouse.
"Might have." I cocked my head to determine where sound was coming from. "Help me find it."
So the two of us tried to locate the origin of the whining. We followed the creek behind the barn. Carefully navigating slick boulders, we paused to listen. Locating the sound was difficult with all the frogs bellowing and the birds singing. Although the trees were still bare a warm breeze dried the sweat from our faces. My bumblebees hovered near my head. Squirrels ignored us as they dug under a layer of brown leaves. The whining continued and to our horror we heard the moan of a human. A low agonizing sound of jagged breathing as if death was imminent.
Horrified, I stared at the hubby with mouth agape. His eyebrows arched with concern. In a flash all the squirrels dove under the leaves or up a tree. The frogs went silent. My bumblebees had vanished in thin air. A soft chuckling sound made the skin on the back of my neck tighten in alarm. The dog was whining again followed by a groan of agony.
"Hello!" my husband shouted and removed his cell phone from his pocket. "Where are you? I'm calling for help."
Demented laughter filled the air. Fear froze my veins for a moment. My toes tingled with terror before my logical mind took over. I knew that laugh. My husband knew that laugh and tucked his cell phone away.
The perpretrator was promptly jailed and photographed.
I was sweeping and just stopped to watch two bees engage when the hubby shouted he heard a dog whining. Escorted by my bevy of bees, I joined him in the barn where sure enough I heard a dog whining.
"Think your horse might have kicked him?" asked the grease covered spouse.
"Might have." I cocked my head to determine where sound was coming from. "Help me find it."
So the two of us tried to locate the origin of the whining. We followed the creek behind the barn. Carefully navigating slick boulders, we paused to listen. Locating the sound was difficult with all the frogs bellowing and the birds singing. Although the trees were still bare a warm breeze dried the sweat from our faces. My bumblebees hovered near my head. Squirrels ignored us as they dug under a layer of brown leaves. The whining continued and to our horror we heard the moan of a human. A low agonizing sound of jagged breathing as if death was imminent.
Horrified, I stared at the hubby with mouth agape. His eyebrows arched with concern. In a flash all the squirrels dove under the leaves or up a tree. The frogs went silent. My bumblebees had vanished in thin air. A soft chuckling sound made the skin on the back of my neck tighten in alarm. The dog was whining again followed by a groan of agony.
"Hello!" my husband shouted and removed his cell phone from his pocket. "Where are you? I'm calling for help."
Demented laughter filled the air. Fear froze my veins for a moment. My toes tingled with terror before my logical mind took over. I knew that laugh. My husband knew that laugh and tucked his cell phone away.
The perpretrator was promptly jailed and photographed.
