Late one night the neighbor knocked on the front door and asked……….
” Did you see what Fremont Kevlin has done this time? ” Mr Bexley howled into my face before I opened my front door all the way. ” Did you see what he has wandering around in his Apple Orchard?”
” No. I don’t like apples.” I said.
” I Don’t like apples, I have no reason to be back in his apple orchard. What were you doing back there Mr. Bexley?”
” Retrieving my property. That’s what I was doing and that’s when I saw…”
” What property?”
” My gall danged wood chipper Mrs. Baker! He backed up his truck and took my wood chipper without permission and now he’s using it to-“
” Chip wood? ” I offered.
” Were that it was that simple Mrs. Baker. Do you really think him with the bars in all of his windows would be using a wood chipper to chip wood?”
” I suppose not.”
” That man. That inconsiderate son of a- pardon my French Mrs. Baker. But he helped himself to those bags of lime from the Green’s garage, the rope and copper wire from the Henderson’s place. You said yourself your shovels seem to grow legs and wander off and my wood chipper. My son of a bitching wood chipper is gone AGAIN.
” And now he’s got that thing wandering around in apple orchard- but ugly as it is, all bloated and stinking like the grave. It’s his new Handyman, another one. But that is neither here nor there. I’m sick of that man just helping himself to our private property. He’s a thief and he took my damn wood chipper-“
” Without permission. I get it. I’ll go talk to him. Again. It almost sunset, he’ll be up soon.”
I went over to my coat closet and pulled out my jacket. My hat, my gloves. I reached up onto the top shelf and pulled down hammer and wooden stake and threw them into my leather carry all case- just in case Fremont wasn’t in a reasonable mood.
” Okay. Let’ s go get your wood chipper back.”