Finish the story begins with: “The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.”
What will the neighbours think?
“The neighbours were not happy with my choice of yard art,” he said, crossing his arms.
We looked up at the gazing warrior whose eyes were permanently fixed on the blue sky.
“Why would they be?” I asked. “You only bought it to upset them.”
He smiled, proud that the statues hit all the right notes on his sour neighbours. “Well, they shouldn’t have pissed off the rich guy with ‘poor taste’.”
Poor taste was what had been said about his choice of wall hangings at his last party. I couldn’t argue with them. Thom had a knack of liking the peculiar. In all honesty, both buffalo and man fit right into his yard. I remained silent. He liked what he liked.
“I mean,” he continued. “Mrs. Smith has a backyard full of naked statues doing all kinds of weird stuff.”
“You really need to stop jumping on your trampoline to spy on your neighbours,” I said.