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stoutfellowI hope this is not a portent.
This evening, as I finished a promising session of Civ IV (playing as Kublai Khan; I have conquered three of my neighbors, and have now set my sights on India), I heard Buster barking outside. As I left the computer room, it seemed that the sound was coming from an unusual direction (difficult though that is to determine from inside the house). I went to the nearest window overlooking the back yard, and saw a) a wide open gate and b) two neighbor children - whose, I don't know - about 10-12 years old.
I hurried outside, still in my stocking feet. The two kids were talking together; I interrupted to inform them that there was a reason that gate was kept shut. "We don't know how it opened!" "I'm sure you don't." I shut the gate, pulled my socks off, and set off in search of Buster. I circled the house, calling but not seeing him. I found him on the front porch - the door I had left the house by - waiting to be let back in.
Prankish children, playing this kind of prank, are something I do not need.
This evening, as I finished a promising session of Civ IV (playing as Kublai Khan; I have conquered three of my neighbors, and have now set my sights on India), I heard Buster barking outside. As I left the computer room, it seemed that the sound was coming from an unusual direction (difficult though that is to determine from inside the house). I went to the nearest window overlooking the back yard, and saw a) a wide open gate and b) two neighbor children - whose, I don't know - about 10-12 years old.
I hurried outside, still in my stocking feet. The two kids were talking together; I interrupted to inform them that there was a reason that gate was kept shut. "We don't know how it opened!" "I'm sure you don't." I shut the gate, pulled my socks off, and set off in search of Buster. I circled the house, calling but not seeing him. I found him on the front porch - the door I had left the house by - waiting to be let back in.
Prankish children, playing this kind of prank, are something I do not need.
