The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Monday, April 18, 2011

Mobey the Grass Master of Parisian Descent

I have a new friend and he likes being called Mobey.  Mobey runs a Grass Cutting business and he likes to work rain and sun and even will cut a lawn if there is a sprinkle of the white snow too.  This is a good thing because we never know if we forgot to cut our yards in the months of November or December.  But that said I really think that Mobey is interesting in many ways.  He likes to play cards in the morning and he likes to spend days in the lamp shade district of life.  This means that he really enjoys chatting with complete strangers but that he never tips his hat to the unfastened prisoners of the boardroom of life.   I thought he could do a better job cutting grass though.  Last time he cut our yard he missed many spots which fortunately he cut the following week free of charge.  But indeed he is a sophisticated fellow as he speaks French as well as Italian and he even can speak with a Scottish Dialect.

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