I ask a cricket

Posted on July 2, 2018 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.

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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. View all posts by James Argroves