Aww, penni. He was a cute, redhead and very well
endowed for one of such tender years. It seemed it'd be an awful waste. But, yah, I really smacked him. It was one of those surreal, suspended moments. I had nailed the brakes, I don't swerve on the road unless I'm sure of handling the car and where I'll end up, I'd rather take my chances unless it's a person, for a person I'd take it off a cliff to miss 'em, anyways, I got to a full stop just as I hit him, so I was sitting there just watching as he came up the hood, wondering if he'd come through, but he just hit the window and rolled back off. Then he stood up and walked off. I came back with a flashlight and found him lying on the side of the road, but when he saw he got up and walked away, looking fine. I checked on him again yesterday, so I reckon he wasn't harmed, maybe a little sore.
'Sides you can't short from an IRA account, so I don't mind a recess, but then the bear has to get back in his cage where he belongs, or at least deep in the woods where he can't do any major damage. A little feed will suffice him nicely for awhile. |
