The gate was blocked by green bags of twigs – the same twigs which the previous weekend he’d spent hours removing from the back yard and placing in these same bags ahead of finally, after eight years, painting the trellis.
Attached to one fox-shredded bag was a handwritten note:
Your lengths are all wrong
Twigs over six inch are sticks
You cut these too long
Wondering why he’d been left this haiku, deciding it was probably unintentional, Jim kicked the bags aside, scattering branches and leaves all over the front yard, and they walked to school.