What's the rush, I asked, pulling blankets tighter around me.
I've got something I need to get done, he said.
I thought he meant something like hoeing out the potatoes.
I looked out the door to see how Larry was doing in the garden and realized he wasn't alone out there. Who was that small figure perched on top of the grapevine's post?
I walked outside to get a closer look. The figure wasn't on the grapevine post, it was in the garden. Meet Doughboy, looking a little worse for wear (World War I was about 90 years ago, so he has reason to look worn).
I guess jobs are scarce for a 100+ year old soldier, so he's taking what he can get. Around here, the only job available is Garden Guardian, so he's taken up guard duty.
The potatoes did get hoed and hilled, by the way.
(The inside of Larry's mind is a scary place, I think. I'd need a tour guide to get around in there.)