January 26, 2015:
The Jackson Street Ents are at it again, so be very careful when you visit. And ignore everything you read in Tolkien. These Ents are FAST. And they’re really obnoxious too. Remember that crumbly bit of sidewalk in front of the Shruberhoffer house? Well. I slipped on the ice there and grabbed what I THOUGHT was a tree, except it was an Ent. And suddenly there was this horrendous hissing sound – everywhere! It scared the bajeebers out of me so I started to high-tail it back to the house. Then, next thing I knew, I was flat on my face in the snow. And I heard giggling. Honest!
I swear, that damned Ent did it and he thought it was a riot! So just watch your step, okay?
January 27, 2015:
You’re telling me to watch out because the trees are pissed off and they keep tripping you?
Lay off the Jack Daniels, milady.
January 28, 2015:
I waited all day for you. Where the hell have you been?
Annoyed – but still yours,
January 29, 2015:
You warned me about the Jackson Street Ents – but I didn’t listen. I thought all that haiku business finally pushed you off the deep end. You know, trying to encapsulate BOTH “nature moments” and “life truths” in 5/7/5 – with a season word thrown in for good measure. And I thought all the camera walk-abouts finally befuddled your brain with imaginary friends and little nature-personality … thingies … or whatever. Well, you were right, and I’m sorry.
I met up with Edgar – your Ent friend (who calls himself the Old Man of the Mountain, by the way). He’s stuck in your one-horse town and he’s pretty pissed off.
I was rounding the bend on Jackson Street when the next thing I knew, I was flat on the sidewalk, being pummeled with twigs and old, dead cicadas. (You don’t want to know how he got them, but he’s been saving them since August.)
Can you come get me? I’m at the St. James Infirmary I’m sick of this place and want to hi-dee-hi out of here.
You were right.
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