Thou Art An Ass

“We could always hide from them . . . forever,” Alex says.


“Tempting,” I say, “but I wouldn’t want to leave them with mom.”


“You know, I’d like to see your mom give James a beat-down. It would be epic.”


“Mom can be a man hating tiger if you piss her off.”


“He deserves a little man hating. He thinks too highly of himself.” I smile and stand up, brushing the dirt off my pants. Alex does the same. As I exit the barn, I look at the ground, searching for tracks. I don’t see anything, but the ground is hard and fall leaves are scattered everywhere.

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