Friday, 21 June 2024

The Peacock 1279

 This entire place is soft with the luminous green of the May foliage that fills this forest. One jogger has ploughed by from behind.  No one else.  A dog suddenly stops on the trail and beholds us.  I am trying to guess the breed, and Carl says, "What is that?  I don't think it's a German shepherd.  Then, almost like magic, the dog disappears into the bushes.

"That's a coyote", says Francois."

"Yes", says George. "We used to seem them from time to time at Trout Lake.  Haven't you seen them before, Carl?"

"As a matter of fact I have.  But I just assumed they were feral dogs.  Did you say Trout Lake?"

"Yes.  Ever been there?"

"Never heard of the place.  Where is it?"

"It's a big park in East Van." says Jeffrey.  We grew up just a block away from there."

"You guys grew up together?"

"We lived on the same block.  Since kindergarten at least."

"You guys go back a long time."

"A very long time", says George, sighing...

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