“Walter,” muttered Edna. He needed to borrow some gas so he could finish his mowing. George invited him to iced tea on their cool tree shaded porch.
“Sometimes I wish I had a small lawn like you,” Walter said, mopping his brow. “George, you should take some of these trees down. Enhance your property.”
“Walter, I don’t want to hear it again. We like the view as it is, dead trees and all.”
A woodpecker worked its way around a yellow birch. Wrens flitted among the lower branches.
“See,” Edna explained, “We aren’t the only ones who live here.”
A second response for the Carrot Ranch May 17, 2018, prompt: write a story about property values in 99 words (no more, no less).