I spent a college summer as a counselor
at a nearby camp – the director said I
could bring my goat who proved very
popular with the campers. We couldn’t
supervise her though when we were all in
the mess hall; she bleated plaintively outside
awaiting us. One visitors’ day I hurried out
to find an elderly guest sweeping up Rocky’s
pings (round like a rabbit’s) from the porch
floor and here came our camp director! I
figured Rocky would soon be banished back
to the farm till the woman said, “Oh Mr. Clower,
where can I get more of these? They
are just perfect for my African violets!”
2024 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in Turmoil at senior housing complex.
