The men emptied the last of the bitter ale, laughed at the joke Jacob shared about the latest tattle going on in town. Something about a Bunny Round-up. The Surveyor collected the two green bottles and tossed them into the plastic bin with circling arrows.
"That's some mean homebrew," the shorter of the two men with tools said. A burp punctuated the compliment. "I like the label. A few of them could do it. Put you there." Jacob's tall green bottles wore beautifully rendered capital letters in deep blue against a pale green background. Two "T's" separated with small white italicized letters a n d. Enjoying the companionable distraction of men enjoying a beer,
Jacob laughed and nodded. "Would you like another?"
"No, no. Geez we came down for ..." The tall upright man broad shouldered with legs that bowed either from lack of calcium or too many hours on a horse found himself lost with why they were at the Public Access. Jacob did not add nor subtract from the men's state. His attention to his company never veered though he did look up when two Raven flew low and away as he walked the men to their truck.
"Thanks for the brew."
"Happy to shoot the breeze, anytime. You see my truck, come looking for me I'll be about somewhere close."
No amount of explanation would have mattered. The gatekeeper did not expand on the meaning of the two blue T's and only later, much later would the men remember they had been at the end of the road near the Public Access. The tide was as high as it gets for early Fall, the Twins were airborne and for now, Jacob and Rabbit were just two friends considering the direction of the Winds.
"You hear any of that chit chat?" Jacob asked Rabbit, who was busy digging a new tunnel at the back of one of the barrels.
"I did. 'specially loved the part where you never corrected the short one who might have thought the label referred to the boom boom boom ..." The two friends laughed at what they knew to be the truth of the letters.
"Winter's gonna be drier than most Jacob. Mud might get cakey. Good you raked in that kelp when you did. Will break down over your garden beds real nice." Rabbit changed the subject, making it clear just what was important.
"Those Raven kids. The boy? Did he make the most of the remedy left by his Ma?" Rabbit was very fond of family, and had the heart broken over and over again from loosing brothers, a father, a cousin. His kind multiplied because they had a lot of ground to cover. It took a score of them to keep up with all the predators who counted on them for breakfast, lunch and snacks. Jacob loved Rabbit.
"The way is still in the making Rabbit. Two and two gives you four."
"And if you're lucky there will be more." On his hind legs the Hare did a small jig. The man with the curved spine danced too.
"That's some mean homebrew," the shorter of the two men with tools said. A burp punctuated the compliment. "I like the label. A few of them could do it. Put you there." Jacob's tall green bottles wore beautifully rendered capital letters in deep blue against a pale green background. Two "T's" separated with small white italicized letters a n d. Enjoying the companionable distraction of men enjoying a beer,
Jacob laughed and nodded. "Would you like another?"
"No, no. Geez we came down for ..." The tall upright man broad shouldered with legs that bowed either from lack of calcium or too many hours on a horse found himself lost with why they were at the Public Access. Jacob did not add nor subtract from the men's state. His attention to his company never veered though he did look up when two Raven flew low and away as he walked the men to their truck.
"Thanks for the brew."
"Happy to shoot the breeze, anytime. You see my truck, come looking for me I'll be about somewhere close."
No amount of explanation would have mattered. The gatekeeper did not expand on the meaning of the two blue T's and only later, much later would the men remember they had been at the end of the road near the Public Access. The tide was as high as it gets for early Fall, the Twins were airborne and for now, Jacob and Rabbit were just two friends considering the direction of the Winds.
"You hear any of that chit chat?" Jacob asked Rabbit, who was busy digging a new tunnel at the back of one of the barrels.
"I did. 'specially loved the part where you never corrected the short one who might have thought the label referred to the boom boom boom ..." The two friends laughed at what they knew to be the truth of the letters.
"Winter's gonna be drier than most Jacob. Mud might get cakey. Good you raked in that kelp when you did. Will break down over your garden beds real nice." Rabbit changed the subject, making it clear just what was important.
"Those Raven kids. The boy? Did he make the most of the remedy left by his Ma?" Rabbit was very fond of family, and had the heart broken over and over again from loosing brothers, a father, a cousin. His kind multiplied because they had a lot of ground to cover. It took a score of them to keep up with all the predators who counted on them for breakfast, lunch and snacks. Jacob loved Rabbit.
"The way is still in the making Rabbit. Two and two gives you four."
"And if you're lucky there will be more." On his hind legs the Hare did a small jig. The man with the curved spine danced too.
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