Barked

Dog? What kind of dog? Huh? "I do not understand."

She stepped up to me a little, looked around in all directions, only to then lean forward confidentially. I automatically came towards her a little, because she was a whole head shorter than me. "The dog, he barked," she whispered mysteriously to me and whoosh, she was back in the house and the door closed. And I stood there as ordered and not picked up.

That just couldn't be true! Did only crazy people live in this area? Has it always been like that? Or was I just given the happiness of these extraordinary people? Three bankruptcies in a row. That was really unbelievable!

Since there was nothing left to hold me here, I left the property with a sullen grumble and tried my luck at the next house. I swore to myself that if any crazy people lived here again, this time it would be the one to pull the gun.

I entered the garden suspiciously. At first glance everything seemed normal here. But that was the case with