‘What’s it doin now?’
They all peer out the winduh. The rake is lyin in the yard with all the dried out tumblers.
‘Nothin.’
‘Wait a minute.’
‘There it goes again.’
The rake jumps up. Starts dancin about. Jukin. Rattlin all over the spot.
‘I’ll be damned.’
‘Don’t cuss in front of the yunguns.’
‘Sorry.’
‘Look at it go.’
Then the rake stops dancin. And they all walk away from the winduh.
Paddy Dobson
3rd February 2022