Something really strange is happening again around the ranch. This happened last year, too, and the year before that.
Normally, my people decorate our house with pretty things like wreaths, silk flowers, holiday decorations and colored lights. Now they have made the place look terrible on purpose! There are human skeletons, some in pieces, hung and scattered about. Pumpkins bear faces resembling humans. Some kind of ritual or sacrifice, I guess.
On the front lawn is a 9-foot tall man-looking thing with a green face, and nailed to a tree is a small woman, spread eagle as if she’d flown into the tree. Her hands are green and her hair is purple.
There’s a HUGE spider hanging from the kitchen ceiling, and all around the place are more scarecrows than you’d need for a whole sunflower farm. Don’t they know the gardens are dead now? What do we need all these scarecrows for? (Besides, I’ve never seen a crow come in the house.)
Maybe they’re trying to keep the hunters away from the house (and their noisy guns!)
It’s a good thing I remember seeing this holiday before, or I’d be worried about my people.
Clear trails!
Sasha
Sasha of The Chukchi Sea 
I am catching up on my reading and always glad to see one pf yours. Is this your dog?
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This is, in fact, my sweet girl Sasha!
That’s the name given her by her first family.
We adopted her at six and-a-half, at which time I called her Sassy June.
(Saskatoon June, Juney, Sassafras Juniper, or Sneezerly)
She and her predecessor, Chuy, inspired me to write Sasha Of The Chukchi Sea.
Scott
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