Forked: The Sequel

Well, the mystery of the forked yard is now solved. The culprit was a good friend of my daughter, who thought it would be funny. It was funny — although perhaps not unalleviatedly so for my daughter, since she was

Forked!

I woke up — not early (I don’t do early), but still in the morning. The sun was shining brilliantly and I could see, from the slight sway of the tree branches, that there was a breeze. Stepping closer to