I ask a cricket

Posted on by James Argroves in A Fun Story, My opinion

 

 

  • I ask a cricket for directions
  • The cricket replied, chirp, chirp in a loud stern voice
  • Sorry oh boy, I replied, I do not understand chirp
  • Another cricket tried to help in a different tone
  • Neither of the two could I understand.
  • Finally yonder I saw the farmer so I go to him and ask directions
  • The farmer, I understood, kinda
  • Down the road to the old Jones homestead, left three miles
  • To the old Rogers homestead, right four miles by the old oak tree.
  • As I walked away I began to wonder if they even knew where they are.

Published by James Argroves

Retired military-tours of 8 years Army, 12 years Navy- followed by Government contract work in the Tech/Engineering field, followed by over-the-road owner/operator semi service. Fully retired in 2007, cancer 2009 and following treatments 8.8 years clear.

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