It's common anymore, during demure economic times, to see contention for spindly resources. And so it was earlier this evening when the Council on Woodland convened to discuss much needed improvements and from where the scratch might come. You should know that during such conclaves, the Mayor always enjoys the best chair. But tonight, well, it just wasn't to be. Tonight, the Sheriff was in town. And he was in no mood to compromise.
Just as we were getting started, the Mayor wheeled and noticed the startling breech of protocol. None of us had seen anything like this. But instantly the tilt was on. The Mayor barking at the Sheriff. The Sheriff hissing at the Mayor. Those of us in attendance knew that one can't stop such a row, we could only hope to contain it. Just as things looked like they might settle down, the Sheriff said those magic words that one must never say to a Tibetan Warrior . . . "drop kick".
At that point they were out of the chair, under the chair, and finally rolling in the ivy. It's a wonder someone didn't lose an eye . . . or perhaps some nose skin.
These things have to happen every once in a while. It clears the air, settles things down.
We can only hope.
LOVE the pictures!
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