He had only meant to take a short break, but he enjoyed the company of his friend and before he knew it ten minutes had stretched to twenty and then to a half hour. He decided that if he was ever going to be able to finish the job, he would have to resort to a tried but true tactic and his friend would be none the wiser. It wouldn’t be the first time he had used this method, but his pal was an adventurous sort and always easily forgave him.
The large pocket on the front of his sweatshirt contained just what he needed at times like this, a dirty, well worn tennis ball. Quickly he shoved the ball into the wand and thrust the ball toward the forest just like he had done many times in the past.
Although the hope had been to send his buddy on an exciting hunting expedition, a tennis ball stuck high up between the branches of a pine tree only created canine pandemonium in the neighborhood and more delay in getting his job completed.
Great Six! I'm a sucker for any story about man's best friend :)
ReplyDeleteTennis balls are wonderful in a pinch...but only if they bring them back to you, lol
He always found the ball, but he often brought it back to you on his time schedule. . .when he was ready to go on another hunt.
DeleteOh, those errant tennis balls! Could totally see the pandemonium of the last line!
ReplyDeleteLots of loud insistent barking!
DeleteEnjoyed the imagery nearly as much as the relationship drawn of two friends.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Clark. Those two had quite the relationship.
DeleteHeeheehee! Even the best laid plans can backfire.
ReplyDeleteIt was quite the long shot.
DeleteOOPS! Those pine boughs caught on to the game! Nice six!
ReplyDeleteThey were saying, "Keep your eye on the ball. Here it comes!"
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