Be All That You Can Be

Remember last year when Hollis was trying to sell our belongings (for free, of course) at the edge of the street ? Well when I looked out this afternoon, he was crouched in the same spot wielding a water gun.

Why?

“Guarding the house.”

Duh.

He stayed there for close to half an hour, with only two stealth ammunition runs inside. Just came flying back in through the front door a minute ago, though, and sprinted halfway up the stairs before spinning around and dropping to one knee on the landing area.

Why?

(gasping for breath) ... “Vultures.” 

Brave in the face of potential burglars, apparently, but carrion eaters on the wing? Not so much.