if the conversations between the neighbors center arounnd the strange piles of poop in another neighbor's yard.
Notice I did not say that we were talking to the neighbor with the piles in the yard. That would be no fun. We would find out the truth too quickly and have nothing left to talk about.
These were strangely sized and uniformly placed. No-one could figure out what animal or group thereof placed the piles so carefully.
Discussions ended when I finally asked the pooped on neighbor. Truth was that a "friend" played a practical joke and placed the piles in the yard. Plans are to return the piles from whence they came...to the friend not to the original animal. Glad I'm not an acquaintance of this person.
Now, we're all looking for something or someone else to discuss. Like I said, country living.
