Sunday afternoon Rico was on the phone talking away about this and that when I heard him exclaimed adamantly, “Gotta go…somethings come up!”
Next thing I know, he is running out the door, shotgun in hand.
What could fathom such an emergency!!!!!!
Skunks…..in my yard.
“Run, Rico, run…save this damsel from the skunks!”
“Oh, my hero…so big and strong…and carrying such a big gun!”
Then my valiant prince returns home, fresh from the kill…with the faint smell of pole cat on his skin….and asked for his reward for saving this damsel from weeks of the putrid aroma of skunk.
Ya’ll can guess what he wanted…but I made him shower first.