e's got hyoooge tracts of land

[mistressindi]

Knock at the door, just now. Fancible Range Rover, without so much as a speck of mud in its heavy-tread tires, sitting in my driveway. I took Riley's collar in my hand and opened the door to find a somewhat roundish, friendly-looking, polite older man standing on my porch. Like his vehicle (and Paul's grandfather) he was very clean. His shirt bore the logo of a roofing company.

The Clean Man: "Do you know who owns the land behind your home?"

Indi: "I... really, you know, I have no idea. I mean. People do. Own it."

Riley, meanwhile, stuck her head out the door.

Riley: "OHAI. DID YOU BRING COOKIES?"

Indi: "But I don't know who they are."

The Clean Man: "Thank you. Didn't mean to disturb you."

Riley: "DID YOU KNOW WE HAVE A HAMSTER?"

Indi: "You know, there's the - the, uh - the county property appraiser, I think you can look it up on their website. And find out who owns it, if you're curious."

The Clean Man: "Thank you!"

Riley: "DID YOU BRING ME A HAMSTER? OR COOKIES?"

Indi: "If you find them, tell them to spray for mosquitoes? I beg you."

The Clean Man: *chuckle* "Sure thing. Bye now!"

Riley: "WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE COMING HERE AND NOT GIVING ME THINGS?"

I will now go back to my really cute movie about evil bunnies.

One Eyed Jack: "WILL YE LOUSY ROUSTABOUTS PIPE DOWN? SOME OF US ARE TRYIN' TA SLEEP ON OUR HOARDS!"