Rusty joined us for the trip back to the farm, and I noticed that his KerDoodle was no longer brown. I looked to Clive for an explanation.
“There’s stress in the air so he reverts,” he said.
“I guess that makes sense. I’m pretty sure I change colour when I’m stressed, too.”
We had to pass by the airport to get to the road that heads back out to the farm, and that’s where I saw one of the most amazing KerDoodle sights yet. I was watching an airplane on short final as I sat at a light – it was flying in, right to left. Its wheels were down.
“Well, would you look at that!” I hollered, and quick as a whip – and apparently reading my mind – Clive picked up my cell phone from the console and snapped a pic.
“Well, I’ll be a sonofagun,” I said. “What do you suppose happened to him?”
Clive smiled. “I’m guessing he was in the John when they closed the gate and he did what he had to, to stay with his assignment.”
“Well, that’s dedication,” I said, a new-found respect for KerDoodles and their tenacity coursing through me.
The light changed and we continued our drive to the farm.
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