Narration of all events are by The Squirrel, conducted in a timely manner with
no pun intended, but solely for the entertainment of readers.
Well, folks, would you look at that!!! Isn't that Old Isaac entering the town
from the east side? Here it is nearly 1:30PM, he's made record time. Wait a
minute. There is Lotti, about 20 yards behind him. I'll be dern. She was able
to keep up with him. If I had been a betting squirrel, I certainly would have
lost my ASS. Old Isaac is going at full tilt (asses really don't run, they basically trot).
Lotti is going full bore to, trying to catch him but I don't think she has the time
to make up the difference since Old Isaac is nearly here.
Here comes Isaac, WHAT?????? He stops dead in his tracks. He won't put his foot
over the finish line. In fact he is backing up.I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE DEVIL IS
GOT INTO HIS ASS. No manner how everyone coaxed, it didn't help.
There she goes. LOTTI WON. There is all kinds of eeeehawwww, EeeeHaww, EEEEHAWWW's in
the background. She hasn't even broken down in a sweat. All the ASSES in the
background grumbling IT'S A FIX.
After the rewards are over, and things quite down a bit, Lotti and Isaac
have agreed to an interview. Maybe I can find out why Isaac wouldn't cross
the white chalk line on the street.