A Glass Table Under A Tree
Down in the meadow where we keep the miniature spotted jackasses is a lazy stream with overhanging willow trees, a lovely place to spend an afternoon away from responsibilities.
I always wondered where the little jackasses spent their day because we never saw them close to the house.
One day I took a sandwich and a notebook and walked toward the stream. I’ve begun another novel after having writers’ block for several months. I always write the first draft by hand. I started doing that when I lived in Paris.
I cut across the meadow and noticed that the grass was a bit higher than I’d have expected with the little guys out there eating.
When I got close to the stream, I saw the pack all standing together in the shade of the willows. Arnold, a little male let out a bray when he saw me. It’s nice to be greeted by an animal.
I immediately decided to bring the glass table down here so I could write under a tree.
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