In addition, please remember Nebraska is wild, lonesome prairie. The wind whistles long, in tones best captured by harmonica.
This means there are many wild and lonesome animals out there, looking for a home. Or a free meal. Why, these lonesome ones think, should the domestic animals be the ones given a handout?
A lot of these wild and lonesome ones are mammals, true. Yet they are rodents, of one form or another. They are considered such, by Jakob, mainly.
To Adair, they are particularly “cute”. She needed a few of those in her life. As pets. Though to Adair’s dad, Jakob, they were — vermin!
There was, out there in the hinterlands, of the Esplanade, possums. They were every bit as ugly as any rat; at the same time, not fat. So sexy. Jakob loved the possum, especially its feigned cowardice, playing possum. It was a shame Aesop hadn’t been able to write one of his fables about a possum playing possum.
Spam of Human Affection 
Leave a comment