Since the spring arrived here in Antarctica, I have been trying to walk around as much as possible, in order to stay healthy, so that I will never die. I walk the same route every day; I have traveled the route exactly 100 times, but this afternoon was the first time that I ever met a neighbor. And then I met another neighbor after that.
The first neighbor
The first neighbor waved to me, but I did not see the wave until it was too late: the man had already turned his head away. But I could see his hand was still making the waving motion for a moment after he turned. I wish that I had been fast enough to wave back.
The second neighbor
When I said that I met two neighbors, I really should have said that I met just one neighbor; because I did not officially meet the waving neighbor, whom I mentioned above.
But I did truly meet the second neighbor: he was outside standing on his driveway when I approached. He told me, in a concerned tone, to beware of his dog, because his dog was off of his leash. Then he asked me if I like dogs, and I said yes. Then the dog ran toward me and stopped in front of me and stood there panting.
The story about the second neighbor’s dog
While I was standing stock still at the curb of that second neighbor’s driveway, he told me the following story about his dog:
Once, my neighbor’s dog ran away; so he called the police to report the missing creature. But the police said that they had already solved this case, even before my neighbor called them; because an officer reported finding a dog matching that description, mere seconds ago.
Sure enough, before my neighbor even had time to hang up the phone, a police vehicle pulled into his driveway, and there was a dog panting happily in the passenger seat. And this dog’s name is Riser.
The birds were making strange noises today. In my back yard, in the trees, they sounded like aliens battling with spaceships and lasers.