As I sit on the ground and catch my breath the old man starts talking again.

“Are trees alive?” the old man asks again, relentless in his questioning.

“Tress are alive because I say they are. You will find no better answer on Earth so don’t bother even thinking about it any more.” I calmly explain as I dry cock my trusty hand gun at the suddenly more docile geezer.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now you get going to whatever drug store you usually haunt.” I direct as I begin to hide my “peace maker” again.

“But Walgreen’s is closed today.” the old coot tries to explain.

By this time I can no longer speak due to the agitation. I just draw out my trusty equalizer one last time and cock it and wave the old man down the trail. He finally goes on his way but I can’t help but to miss the old man. I’m going to miss him cleaning my toilet and acting like a garbage disposal when I shoved him into a box under the sink. Oh well, at least I’ve got my sanity.

The End. Note that pages 02 and 03 were originally intended to be one page but due to lack of time to draw they ended up separate. If this is ever printed (unlikely) I will fix it, but I think it’s OK for the web.