"Barn Yarn" III
. . . thirty meters to the east of old man Smiley's barn was a small rise carpeted with orange flowers and long green grass. On top of the rise was an old red grain hopper.
Doug and I reached the wild flower garden, the Fin hot on our heels. The Fin was perhaps ten meters behind us. We could hear the small beast panting.
Doug clambered up the rise first, I closely behind him. Doug scaled the hopper. I was out of breath. I wanted to sit down but I could hear the Fin directly behind me. Doug grabbed my arm and helped me up onto the hopper beside him.
Doug and I both looked down from the hopper to see where the Fin was. I was expecting the Fin to leap up onto the hopper and sink his fangs into one of us. Who would the Fin taste first. But to our surprise, our sheer relief . . .
(on the road north-west of Wolfville, Nova Scotia near Blomidon Provincial Park)
To be continued . . .
"Barn Yarn" III
. . . thirty meters to the east of old man Smiley's barn was a small rise carpeted with orange flowers and long green grass. On top of the rise was an old red grain hopper.
Doug and I reached the wild flower garden, the Fin hot on our heels. The Fin was perhaps ten meters behind us. We could hear the small beast panting.
Doug clambered up the rise first, I closely behind him. Doug scaled the hopper. I was out of breath. I wanted to sit down but I could hear the Fin directly behind me. Doug grabbed my arm and helped me up onto the hopper beside him.
Doug and I both looked down from the hopper to see where the Fin was. I was expecting the Fin to leap up onto the hopper and sink his fangs into one of us. Who would the Fin taste first. But to our surprise, our sheer relief . . .
(on the road north-west of Wolfville, Nova Scotia near Blomidon Provincial Park)
To be continued . . .