Steve, the reason you have me book everyone is because you aren't even a cop.
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
We have seen these two kids going out of feed a Shetland pony, and their mum sometimes has rummage sales, so today we stopped in at one of the sales. It was not a good time for rummage sales as it was raining in their location.
When we got there I spotted a pressure cooker, but being used to JYG's prices, I was not biting on a 50 dollar kennel.
The kids were there and the mother called them over, to get them away from people, but soon as I looked up, there was the middle cherub looking up at me. As we walked over to the kennels, there was the oldest girl, about 7 so I asked her what her cat's name was. She told me "Mittens". I asked her what her pony's name was, and he said, "Buddy".
I inquired if she rode him, the little one said, "He bucked her off with a giggle". She explained he was broke to ride, but I took it that she had been told to not get on that horse, just like she was told to leave the customers alone.
Pretty soon we were in rural conversation and baby kittens appeared as the children were showing them off. An orange one and a calico one. I was informed of litter sizes and that they had a big tom cat that probably killed two of them.
I told TL that only Brier children matter of fact talk about life and death like all rural children without shedding a tear. They know what life is and they know what death is.
Somewhere in the conversation, there slipped in about her dad, "He's a cop". I was most amused at that she was saying it almost in awe of the other children she held it over their heads to make them be nice and like she was on the streets of New York talking about the coppers on patrol.
Again somewhere in the conversation the middle girl mentioned about her dad having allergies, and at that point the little boy appeared, with a kitty to show off. He was timid compared to those girls, but seeing this was an opportunity to star on the stage he took it. They were precious children.
That is when the oldest girl informed me, "Those kittens sometimes sneak into the house". I looked at her and knew immediately the sneaking was her, so I nodded and said, "Yes, sometime they need to do that". She smiled and readily agreed as she had a co conspirator in kitten crimes.
I think we were the biggest attraction they had to play with for sometime. I doubt other people who appeared impressed them like us. I honestly in this perv world try to stay away from kids, but they do have a natural attraction to TL and me. There was a little girl in the shopping cart who was waving at me, so I waved back. TL waves at her and she smiles big.
The one thing I do with children is I always talk to them like adults. They converse well. Sometimes I say stupid things to them, like, "What job are you working at now?" That usually puzzles them as they act like, "I'm just a kid, can't you see that?"
I'm certain those three are a hand full, but I know rural kids, in they always got rural kid ideas in nothing evil like city kids, but rural kid reasoning in adults are over there, you avoid them, and you are about as smart as they are, so I can get this reasoned out. They tell me not to ride the pony, but I'm going to just see how it goes, and the younger ones follow and learn how to be rugged individuals too.
Like most kids, their parents did not seem that happy. The kids seemed stoic, but they were hopeful and had not lost faith in humanity. They will do good, because their parents tell them the boundaries and they cross them right in front of them. Strong willed children always have the metal to not be woke and to not wait around for someone else to get something done.
Nuff Said
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