Across the street, someone had pulled the stop sign right out of the ground. There was also a discarded Christmas tree.
The kids had several working theories about how the sign, tree, and bird were related. Some of the theories involved the bird flying very fast and slamming into the sign. A more popular theory pointed the finger of blame squarely at Rowdy Teenagers.
No one suspected the cat found sitting seven paces from the corpse.
Just a page out of my sketchbook for a Tuesday update. Most of this is self-explanatory. The moustachioed gentleman with the walker is my 96-year-old great uncle, who returned to his care home after a spell at the hospital. Not everyone makes it back from that place, if you catch my meaning, and when he did, the lunchroom welcomed him home with a hearty round of applause.