Can Thrower

A storm rolled  through the Mule Mountains. By the time we got home the storm the rain storm had passed, or so we thought.

We had lots of metal cat cans in the house, so we collected the cans. I trudged through the dark to the nearest trash dumpster. The lights were out as a result of the of the rainstorm. I had to be careful not to fall into a ditch.

I overshot the first recycle bin. By that time I realized that I had gone too far to turn around.

Then another problem occurred; the rainstorm resumed. I got really wet. was a warm rainstorm.

The next dumpster was a long distance away. As I walked along the street, I heard somebody throwing cans at me. At last, I reached the recycle bins. I recycled my cans, and did an about face.

I was a little concerned about the can thrower. I decided to speak before the can thrower did. As I returned home, I alternately chanted. “I Come in Peace” , and ” Please don’t throw things at me. You might hurt me.”

I reached home safely.




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