The Sky Is Falling

The Sky Is Falling

To my friends and family in Louisiana, I’m thinking of you and praying for you. I hope Hurricane Delta didn’t deal you a whole lot of misery.

Yesterday, continuing with my yard cleaning, I journeyed to the front yard. While under the oak tree, picking up limbs and twigs, something hit me on the head. My immediate thought was, “The sky is falling!” But, before I ran down the street collecting followers like Henny Penny, I did some deductive reasoning. I was under an oak tree. Acorns lay all around. It stood to reason it was only an errant acorn. Perhaps a squirrel above me had taken aim and hit my noggin dead center.

Well, shucks! The sky wasn’t falling after all. An acorn wasn’t nearly as exciting and nobody would be interested in knowing about it, much less going with me to tell the king, so I just continued with my clean-up.

Sometimes it helps to look around at obvious clues before jumping to outlandish conclusions.

 

 

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