Well, I've been traveling a few days now and I've learned that everything else likes to travel too. It seems that all of America loves to cross the road. I've discovered that deer love to cross the road.
Not to be outdone by some simple deer, elk like to cross the road too. Look at the rack on this one. I've seen a lot of blondes in my life but none with a rack like this. Sorry, I digress.
Even farmers like to cross the road. (Does no one ever stay home anymore?) Why would a farmer cross the road? Is it not green on his side of the fence too?
Maybe the farmer crossed the road to look for his cow that also crossed the road. I tell ya, this little community is just a beehive of activity. Rush hour must be a sight to see! (Melba, is this your cow that keeps getting out? Tell that bad girl to quit crossing the road.)
Heck, around here even the rocks cross the road. I can't stand it anymore. I'm leaving this community for someplace, ANY place, where nothing crosses the road. Go home rocks. You're not wanted on this side of the road.
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