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Monday, January 29, 2018

IFF - And then the doorbell rang.


IFF – And then the doorbell rang.
 
It was one of those days for Mrs. Brown. She arose early to bring Big Boy Brown to work at the chicken farm by seven. She had barely arrived home and taken off her boots and was standing in her spacious entrance with the many large windows watching the sunrise when lo and behold, a large pickup drove on the yard and straight up to the door where Mrs. Brown was standing.
 
Now under normal circumstances Mrs. Brown would first of all possibly still be in bed at this hour. She would also generally comb up her luscious ten brown hair before taking callers. Also, Mrs. Brown is at her best only after a nice hot coffee and maybe an egg or two not to mention a tiny bit of time by herself.
 
And then the doorbell rang.
 
Mrs. Brown can rise to most occasions and this was one. She opened the door in her friendliest early-morning manner and invited a laughing, rather loud, rather friendly and rather stout man inside. He laughed and he talked and he bellowed and wheezed.
 
Mrs. Brown laughed too. She invited Mr. Sheeter in for a coffee while she politely excused herself to call Mr. Brown.
 
Mr. Sheeter told jokes and stayed by the door, stomping his feet and talking full force.
 
Soon Mr. Brown came inside and joined the hubbub, laughing and telling stories, too.
 
Mr. Sheeter stayed on. At the door. His hand rarely left the door handle and story after story poured forth.
 
Then Baby Brown’s door slowly opened and he peered out, clad only in his shorts.
 
Mr. Sheeter talked on.
 
Middle Boy Brown arose and Mrs. Brown fed him breakfast and helped him with his lunch.
 
Mr. Sheeter joked on.
 
Mrs. Brown drank coffee in the other room, listening to the thundering and guffawing and occasionally cracked a smile herself. She sent Middle Boy Brown out the door to school and told Baby Brown to get dressed.
 
The hours marched on and just like that Mr. Sheeter opened the door made his boisterous exit.
 
It had been, indeed, a unique morning.

8 comments:

  1. Are there neighborly neighbors such as him in every neighborhood, wondered Pooh?

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  2. Well i suppose he was only going to just tell this one more story!

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  3. My times at the computer and few and far between nowadays. But I sit down at the computer to read this- one of my favorite blogs- and I find such enjoyment I think, "Why didn't I do this sooner?"

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  4. The audacity of this man! LOL. You are very lucky to be able to add Mr. Brown coming to the rescue. I would not have that option and I do think my story may have been much uglier lol. Loved this!

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