So on my way to work every morning, I pass this:
I have been taking this same route for over a year, and that monkey has been in that chair everyday. In rain. In snow. In sprinklers. Yep, always there, though he and his chair do rotate around the lawn. He was even joined by another stuffed animal, a small black dog, for a good six months.
Like Alice says, “Curious and curiouser.”
But it makes me wonder — what is the story behind this?
Maybe one of these days I will have to go up and ask them. Until then, my imagination is at work.
What curiosities have you come across in your personal adventures? What oddities of life have sparked your imagination to add something to your writing?