Confronted quarry outside of WI house where he was hiding. Stop. He flew off before we could apprehend. Stop. Based on wind patterns believe he is flying back to Chicago. Stop. (Wish I could fly too. Stop.) (Would simplify this WHOLE endeavor. Stop.) (Plus flying is just really cool. Stop.) Am bringing back gift of foam “Cheesehead” as penance for losing quarry when justice was nigh. Stop.
