And A Very Short Story

Toad By Night

Lately, on my social media, I’ve posted happy comments about the return of toads to our pond, as well as about quail returning to our yard, which they did for the first time on Monday.  Many of my regular readers responded with comments about Spring finally being here.

And they’re right…  Spring is here, with toad and quail song.  Soon, instead of the light rain showers and pale greens of a stereotypical Spring, we’ll have high winds and fifty degree temperatures shifts.

Different ecosystems.  Different symbols.  Different worlds.  I wish more writers thought about these things.

Last week, what you could term either a very short story (or not) occurred to me.  I’ll gift it to you all today…

Two gamblers at a racetrack are narrowing down their choices.

Happy Harry says, “I’m torn between the black with the white star, Pride of Place, and the chestnut with the blaze, A Fall Beauty. But I think I’ll put my money on Pride of Place”

To which his pal, Horsey Harriet says, “Why?  A Fall Beauty has a good odds, and a better chance of winning.”

To which Harry says” Oh, it’s simple: Pride always goes before a fall.”

Later!