Welp, coulda bin 10 years on, come ta think. Pretty little thing, she was. Born on Nathan’s farm up yonder. Her folks jest up and disappeared. They say it was round noon they found her. Jest layin there in the tall grass out near the lane. That’s why they decided on callin it, High Noon Lane. Seemed appropriate to most folks. Me, I’d a called it Nathan’s Green.
Well hell! Why d’yah think? Dumb City folk don’t know a lane from a pile a grass.
©Jen Goldie 3/20/2019