I took a walk in the wind when I got home. I looked at the hornet's nest perched high in the naked branches of the tulip poplar, across from the cul-de-sac, and thought about the love and respect it symbolized.
As I approached, it blew down and smashed in a damp papery heap in the middle of the road before me. It was rather dramatic. I nudged it off into the grass, and tripped along laughing.
As I approached, it blew down and smashed in a damp papery heap in the middle of the road before me. It was rather dramatic. I nudged it off into the grass, and tripped along laughing.
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