It was a warm sunny day in the neigh---borhood. My Dear Professor was enjoying a leisurely lunch, high in fiber, when I came running around the side of the barn, making an awful fuss.
My Dear Professor mumbled a startled, "huh?" as I ran past.
The garbage truck was lumbering down our road and we had forgotten to set out the recyclables.
"Wa-hai-hai-hait" I cried, running as fast as my long legs could carry me.
But the driver motored on, oblivious to my protestations. My Dear Professor, still not fully comprehending the recently transpired tragedy, inquired as to the cause of my consternation.
I sighed, "The recycle bin is overflowing and it will be another two weeks before they're back." I turned and walked slowly back to the house.
"Oh." And with that My Dear Professor returned to his lunch.
