"What do you mean 'pretty mundane?'" I ask myself.
"You stooped to writing about compost, that's what I call pretty danged boring."
"Sorry. I was excited about compost. I know that's weird, but when you're retired, living in the boonies, watching the compost maker is an event...."
"Just don't do it again, that's all I'm saying."
After the "compost post", the day was a little more exciting. Mignon and Sir Loin walked through the open garage door, moseyed through the garage and into the yard.
Mignon's been here before. He probably told Sir Loin all about it. Mignon is the smallest, yet he's the ringleader, always up for a little jaunt where he shouldn't be.
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Tom says, "Tell 'em to get out of here, Ms. Pearl!" Pearl goes into shepherd mode, barking and moving back and forth behind the boys. I cringe when Sir Loin gives a backward kick, narrowly missing Ms. P's head.
The sullen teenagers say, "That's not fair!" They vow revenge on Tom and Ms. Pearl.
Pearl's reward is to prance around with this stick. She's a wacko. The cows plot their next caper.