We trotted here and there. I checked out the news (that is what I really, really love to do. Check out news), and Kit snacked on a mouse or two or three or more. I stopped counting.
Gradually the day started lighting up the sky.
“Whew! I’m tired.” I told Kit. “It’s been a very long, long night with just way too much adventure. I need a nap. And soon!”
“Me too,” Kit replied. “It’s my time for bed. I sleep in the day and hunt at night.”
“Okay, let’s head over to the equipment area and hunker down under a brush over there or under the stack wagon. There got to be lots of shade under the stack wagon and we aren’t far from water. Water is just right there in the little creek running behind the hill.”
With that, we were off. Trotting in a straight-line way back to the equipment area. It took a spell or so. We saw the renter show up with his dog, Achilles, then we heard the renter leave. By the time we finally made it to the stack wagon, it was starting to get hot.
Kit and I stopped at the little creek, lapped some cool, cool water, then trotted up the hill, crawled under the stack wagon, turned around three times. We each turned around three times, Kit by the left tire and I closer to the end of the stack wagon where air could reach me.
Meanwhile on top of the grain head, not far from us…was STANLEY.
Stanley was helping himself to the seeds Mom puts there to feed the wild creatures. She would always say, as she out handfuls of seeds and nuts “It’s good to feed a little treat now and again. We all need treats.”
My eyes watched Stanley for a little while, but my mind and body were so tired and the day so warm…I fell asleep.