So when alert neighbor Fay G, two doors down, noticed that there was a tent set up in the back of the beyond of the woods in back, the first thought that came to her mind was that it was the work of the Childrental brothers.
And who can blame her?
However, when I assured her that the one Childrental still at home was comfortably ensconced in the glacially air conditioned comfort of his own room and not enjoying the hot buggy humidity of the great outdoors, it became a question of, it not the Childrentals, then Who? And what to do about it. And should the police be alerted?
After all, if one tent was there, more might sprout up overnight, and before we knew it, there would be tent city crowds knocking on our back door asking to use the bathroom.
Maybe it was only the work of some nature lover who had found a little patch of wilderness in NJ to enjoy, with light at night provided free of charge from the stadium lights (visible from space) in the ball field a few yards away.
Or a train buff who enjoys listening to the mournful train whistle blow as the North East Corridor trains thunder by, at the rate of about 1 train every 4 1/2 minutes.
But could it be the hideout of the thieves who have been breaking into homes in the neighborhood lately, and the police if called might find the tent filled to the vestibule with stolen loot?
And so, to be on the safe side, the police were alerted.
To be continued…
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