Creaking barns

After a good night’s sleep Clive woke me with a gentle nudge. He watched me eat my breakfast (he had already eaten) and handed me my brush.

“Combover!” he said, and I did.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Dee’s place.” Dee is my sister.

“Dee has KerDoodles?”

“Of course. She has a veritable battalion of KerDoodles at her place – each and every one of them with a job to do. She’s told you about creaking in the barn, right?”

“Yes.”

“Not wind,” he smiled. “Us.”

“I don’t know if she’ll be pleased about that or not.”

“Well, you get your pad and pencil going and at least she’ll have the option.”

We headed to my sister’s big and beautiful property in the country – he let me drive (probably a good thing) – and the moment we turned into the driveway I noted a big gust of wind. Clive smiled as we drove to the right, past the Elephant Tree, and to me it looked like he was waving at someone.

“Who’s there?” I asked.

“Ha! Who isn’t?”

I felt suddenly, though only momentarily overwhelmed. We pulled up to the barn and parked.

“Now take a look around,” he said. “What do you see?”

My sister was sitting in a chair in front of the barn, enjoying a warm fall day with her two big puppies. She was waving at me.

“There!” I cried.

“Yes!”

There, in the window behind my sister’s chair I saw a large KerDoodle. He took up almost all of the window, as he was clearly keeping watch over her. I snapped a photo and later drew the KerDoodle from memory:

We got out of the car and my sister and I hugged.

“You seem different,” she said, looking me up and down.

I glanced over at Clive. “I, um, got a bump on the head,” I said.

“Are you okay?”

“Well, that’s always debatable,” I said, and we both laughed.

She took me – us – into the barn and we had a look around.

As we passed through the doors Clive nudged me in the ribs with his elbow.

“Anything, um, unusual happening around here lately?” I asked.

“No. Why?”

“Oh, no reason.”

This time Clive poked me hard in the back. I turned around and gave him ‘the look‘.

“The thing about a bump on the head,” I said, and continued to tell her the story that I’ve already told you…..

“So, you can see them now?” she asked, a little while later.

“Yes. I’m here with Clive and…” I looked up and down the main passage of the barn. “Even as I speak I can see a KerDoodle up there, playing with your barn cat.”

“Show me,” she said. And I did.

Follow along to learn more about the KerDoodles, and if you like, contact me to find out if you’ve got a KerDoodle of your own.

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