This morning I found this note slipped under my kitchen door.
Mr. Reed, we are concerned about you. We do not see any little kids visiting your home. We have observed you live in a childless home. Can you honestly confess you’re not completely sure of what children are like, march yourself (if you have a strong stomach) to the nearest playground or schoolyard. Five minutes of observation will suffice. Then, as you go shrieking homeward in horror, you’ll be an expert.
A child does not have to be a perfect little angel, the way you were when you were young, faultless in every way.
Your concerned neighbors,
The Coyote brothers,
Elmer and Melvin