The Bessy Club is having a mandatory meeting this morning. The meeting is being held under the pear tree, near the garden shed just slightly northwest of the chicken pen.
I’m pretty sure they are planning a party to celebrate the 90% chance of .2 inches of rain we are all so hopeful to get around here this weekend. It will be the first shower they’ve had in weeks. And trust me, they need it.
The fetid, malodorous aura surrounding their clique has been somewhat of a hinderance in the recruiting department. Which is probably why they’ve chosen to temporarily sever their relations with the rest of the herd.
They’ll have to be sure they are out in the open or they might miss the shower altogether.
That would be tragic.
Who needs a club like that anyway Rocket?