posted on Jun, 15 2012 @ 02:22 PM
He wanders aimlessly down the overgrown, weed infested track to stare intently at the dilapadated TKA Clubhouse. He notices the blue paint peeling off
the walls and the dirty cracked windows; the loose shingles and the crooked chimney stack; He spots what appears to be several mounds of freshly
turned earth but in his heart He knows they are fresh dung, sign of the fabled blow-footballing pachyderms
Silenty, He steps back to blend with the undergrowth. He crawls on his belly towards the Clubhouse. Slowly, ever so slowly, He moves round the
Clubhouse until, finally, He stops at the bottom of the ancient rotting, wooden steps.
He looks left and then right, He sees no-one. Taking a deep breath, He climbs each step slowly, carefully, avoiding those steps loosened to give
advanced warning when Pirates tried to attack the Clubhouse.
Finally, at last, he reaches the top step. He sits for a minute, head slightly turned to one side, as if listening for any signs of life inside.
With one final look behind him, He reaches forward to push open the door. It seems to take ages to open as the hinges scream in protest against their
sudden exertion. Finally, the door is wide enough for Him to walk through.
Summoning all His courage He bounds forward through the open door and, grinning like the cat he is, says,
"Honey, I'm home!"
edit on 15/6/2012 by luxbaclos1 because: nothing really.