A sunny long day stretched all over my courtyard. A weekend. The sky was pleasant, but Tobby was in an eccentric mood. She circled around the courtyard as a pop singer in frenzy, crossed and re-crossed trails in between the red rose plants, grunted like an old Yankee.
I didn't take her seriously. I was decorating the fancy table adding butter paper and crispy petals. The construction was in its final round. In a mysterious moment I lost in thought, lost in a Wordsworthy melancholy. DASH ! a sudden attack from an unexpected corner! My fancy table was broken into several fancy pieces and I noticed Tobby's 'tail- end' in between in a flash. What a crazy Tobby!
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