An Odd Accent

Today a young stranger strolled in our yard. It was the cool evening part of overwhelmingly hot summer day. So hot that most, including my older sister, had ran errands in town already and where now resting. Patios and front lawns were vacant as far as eyes could see; and seeing as our dwelling had no fencing for the most part, the odd man made his way undisturbed. Well until he made it to the back, where I was. I too had spent the early morn on the town and was now inspired-ly engaged in a bout of hand washing in our backyard. He seemed surprised to see me as I pinned my rinsed garment to the line. He asked unwillingly if he could make his way pass to sit amidst the forest that lay beyond. There was dog food out for the neighbor’s hounds to consume, and one was keenly at it, so I told him no. He quizzed me as to why not and I informed him of the dogs and their frequent travels through that area to make it over for meals, messing, and such. He then asked for another route to the bushed area. He said really want to just sit. I assured him that he better not, to that notion I was supported by growls and barks from the said dogs. Their home was completely fenced so we shared that barrier through which they startled him. After much convincing on my part and thought by him, he made his way around my little cottage of a house. I trekked after him to see that he left, but he hadn’t met the road so I went back to the rear of the house. I noticed he only went around for a better path to which I warned him away. I suggested that since my other neighbors were not home he could journey through their forest for some solitude. I told him the way and paid due attention, even giving him pointers on best route because their terrain was much worse of that ours. He had to first climb a little hill that was heavily vegetated and then he would discovered the stony forest which I eluded him to earlier. He didn’t do so well with my instructions. He dillied and dallied around for sometime, confused to the best way forward. He asked about ghosts and any other creatures of which he should be worried. He seemed not to want to go as I told or even trust me at all. He eventually woke one the householders there, of which I had told him there was none. He was even more upset than confused now, for he spoke to her as if she was invading his mission. I called out to him; I had still been watching over his movements. He dismissed her every statement but surprisingly on my second beckoning he responded and made his way back to me. I asked if he knew his way home and if he was from around here. He answered that he was indeed from just across the way. I inquired once more if he could make his way back and he assured me he could. By this time, my sister was also woken and my cousin who had noticed my dialogue with him were affixed by the unfoldings. We all watched as he made his way back supposedly from whence he came. For some reason everyone thought us to be relations, even the neighbor thought so. A really odd young man indeed.

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