Bill slept soundly that night, oblivious to the dogs tearing open his bags of grass, and unaware that the wind had deposited his clippings in all the other neighbors yards and beyond. He woke up feeling rejuvenated, peeked out the window and enjoyed the regular view of his yard and the neighborhood as it had always been. No ten foot tall fields of grass waving madly at him as had been the case yestereday.
He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief and went about his morning routine glad to have that whole thing behind him. For all he knew he could have dreamed the whole thing.
He went outside just as the trash truck was pulling away from his house. HE waved a greeting but the driver just shot him a displeased look and drove on to the next house. Bill hadnt noticed that the driver had just spent the last 30 minutes chasing Bill's plastic bags all around the neighborhood. Bill sat down on his front steps and made a mental list of some chores he would have to do that day in town. He finished his list and his coffee and backed his car out of the driveway and headed into town. When he came back......
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