It was early Monday morning. I was standing in my office, brushing my teeth and watching
George and Alan play with the remains of a cone. My toothbrush turned off after two minutes
but the game of cone continued. Surely if I raced to get dressed and go outside with the camera,
the game would be over and the rushing around would have been pointless.
I was wrong. The game kept going...
Well into the ninth inning, the chickens started heckling across the fence.
I couldn't blame them. They wanted breakfast. Me, too.
Lucy gave up and took a nap as the game went into extra innings.
George: Please let it be over soon. Even I'm bored.
Finally, Alan took one for the team and let go.