A few days ago, my friend Susan, who writes at I think, Therefore I Yam, posted about a visit to a car show.
Her first image was this car....
Well, I didn't and told her so, you know, because I'm honest and stuff.
Anyway, karma bit me and the car popped up in my dreams later that night.
But it wasn't a car anymore.
In my dream it was an automatic lawn mower that tootled about cutting all the grass, then mowing down the flower beds before heading for the veggie patch.
You see, it had been programmed to cut down everything over three inches tall......and clearly couldn't tell the difference between the grass and everything else.
Season of the Buffalo
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