At some point around the weekend, Friday or so, we noticed a big, purple, plastic travel mug in our front yard. It had been set leaning against a tree where it couldn't be seen from the street. No accident, this, I'm sure.
Curious about it, we noticed it for a couple of days. Not curious enough to investigate it in the rain. If it was still there by garbage night, we decided, it would go in with the recycling.
What was in it, we wondered. Drugs hidden from cops, perhaps? Quick, stash it before he pulls us over!...
Then at one point Sunday I happened to look out the window with Jareth. It was gone.
But look--one house down, leaning against their tree such that it couldn't be seen from the street: a big, purple, plastic travel mug. Funny, I don't recall anyone in the neighborhood having any lawn gnomes...
As of right now it's still there. I'll have to remember to watch tomorrow and see where it ends up next. One house down, perhaps?
Posted by fictionman at March 26, 2007 05:03 PM | TrackBack (0)