according to the other tree thief. I sent him a note to ask if he would read the blog, and got a response about what actually transpired before we could make our guilty get-away. He reported that the property owner did see and stop us before we could make a clean getaway. My brother recalled the man asking what we were doing out there in the country on the dirt road to nowhere. And even though I expect he was thinking of a quick way to raise the bail money when we got deposited in the hoosegow, he was honest. And told the guy that we were cutting a trash tree that had volunteered on the fence line. To take into town and put up in the window to show the world our Christmas Spirit.
According to the other guilty part, the property owner said: 'Oh, okay. I thought you were stealing my pecans.' So apparently we were close or possibly actually in the orchard of trees that had been growing out on the farm long enough to harvest a cash crop. And when the man found out all we had was a prickly, undernourished, scraggly tree, he let us go.
No need for anyone to bake a cake with a file in it and stop by on visitor's day to bring goodies, to the teenagers holed up in the pokey over the holiday. Fortunately nothing bad happened. Other than getting stuck all over like a giant pincushion when we had to take the decorations off the tree after the holiday.
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