“BOOMER!!!” Mindy yelled. “BOOMER Come SEE!”
I trotted over, put my nose to the ground and smelled.
“WOW! BIG CAT!”
“Yes! A Very big cat! Are we safe, Boomer?”
“Well,” I pondered, “I think so. We’ve had them walk down the farm road and the irrigation pipes before and nothing ever came of it. Although, I did hear Mom and Dad talking about our neighbor, just over the way from the Back Forty, losing several sheep to a Mountain Lion.”
“SHEEP!” Mindy jumped sky-high landing on her four feet over on the other side of the paw print. “These big cats eat SHEEP!?!?!”
“And other things.” I mused. I remember Etta, my sweet lovely Etta telling me they were out on a hike once and came across a BIG CAT in a tree. She said those big cats don’t waste their time eating mice and birds, they need BIG things to fill their tummies so they eat horses, cows, calves, sheep, goats…you know BIG things.”
“Oh! Boomer! Does the smell say the cat is gone? I really don’t want to be food.”
Sniff, sniff, snuff, snuff…” yes gone. Gone one down the road. I think we are safe.”
“BUT Mindy…the sun has set and now it’s dark.
Dark is NEVER a good thing out on the farm
“OH! BOOMER! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!!!” Mindy wailed.
It was just at the very moment when:
“Danger!” Mindy screamed. “Danger!”