I had just tumbled back into bed and Dear Man had stumbled his way into the restroom, in the wee hours of the morning, when I heard a noise coming from outside. I called to Dear Man, "I hear a strange noise."
"What does it sound like?" He called back.
If I could identify it, it wouldn't be a strange noise, but being an obedient wife I lay there a bit longer to listen so I could tell him what I "thought" I had heard. A wave of pity flooded over me as I heard the noise again. "I think it's a sick owl." I told Dear Man. For that is what it certainly sounded like, an owl with asthma, was hoo hooing outside my bedroom window. It was so close you could hear the resonance of the sound in the cold night air.
Dear Man found his way back to the bedroom without injury and then went off into the living room to investigate. After hearing the noise again, on each side of the house, my feelings of pity washed away and I quickly decided that we had been surrounded by a band of idiots, probably reject movie stars, who couldn't pass their auditions due to their poor hoot owl imitations. They were hungry and had decided to rob our house; calling to each other to say that we looked like an easy target.
Dear Man soon came back to bed and he didn't give his verdict on what he thought the noise was, which is most unusual for him. This led me to conclude that he has finally got a job with the CIA and they had been letting him know that on the morrow he would find his instructions in the hollow of the old dead tree.
I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night wondering how on earth he was going to get the instructions, because that tree is on someone else's property, and Dear Man would surely be caught trespassing. I don't know if I'm cut out to be the wife of a CIA agent. Worry doesn't suit me and I'm not very good at lying, so what would I tell my friends if Dear Man has to go to Turbekistan to retrieve intelligence vital to saving our nation from socialism?
It's cases like this that make me wish I slept with ear plugs. |
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Very funny!
So the strange noise outside was really two owls? Huh. Cool. Was it loud? Because I must have slept through it.
Love your son.
Kekoa.