Contemplating his next step, Bill went inside and poured himself a double whiskey while glancing at the wall clock. A little early for a drink, but what the heck. He swirled the golden liquid and swallowed the whiskey in one go. A totally overgrown yard was the last thing he needed right now. And he could swear that he only cut the grass to perfection last Saturday - as usual. So, what should he do? Hope that it will go away as it had appeared? Phone a garden service? Get the seccateurs out of the shed? Get to the bottom of this transformation first? Bill stared at the empty glass and decided that there was no urgency. "Maybe I should ask Rusty what to do", he said under his breath. He scrolled down his phone book entries, when the door bell rang. Oh no, more upset neighbours. Yet, when he opened the front door, two Police officers were standing on the porch.
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