ME: Come on,
Silver. Leave it.
SILVER: Wait! There’s
something down there.
ME: It’s cold,
buddy. We’re almost at the car. Let’s go.
SILVER: Not until I get
to play with whatever that is that’s under there!
ME: Play with?
SILVER: Play with, eat.
To-may-to, to-mah-to.
ME: Silver!
SILVER: I think I see
eyes. And maybe teeth.
ME: Silver, may
I remind you that it is close to freezing and each one of the rocks probably
weighs well over 100 pounds.
SILVER: Uh huh. So?
ME: So I am
guessing that whatever’s down there can survive under tons of rocks in sub-zero
temperatures.
SILVER: … Oh.
ME: And probably
doesn’t want to “play with” anyone.
SILVER: (Suddenly
looking nervous) Let’s go to the car.
ME: The warm
toasty car. Good plan.
