I recently realized that it has now been over a month since Suzanna has posted a blog. In an attempt to rectify this injustice, I promptly set up a search party to locate my errant sister. Of course, I could have sworn that I had seen her not that long ago, but clearly this was just my imagination. After all, there have been numerous occasions where I engaged in long, involved conversations with her only to discover, hours later, that I had confused her for one of the neighborhood children, or an old mop.
After days of arduous searching, I finally got a lead. The following photograph was taken on the outskirts of town:
It took me a few hours’ Googling to track down the source, but the next morning
I showed up on the man’s rickety wooden doorstep.
“Yeah, I seen her,” he said, chewing on piece of yellow wheat grass. “Musta been nine, ten feet tall. Had dirty, matted fur all over her body, and blood dripping down her snout. Got into the chicken coup somehow?and they were all drained dry. Damnest thing, that.”
I haven’t found her yet, but rest assured, I will.