“The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.” Tom said shamefully.
Shelly frowned. “Why, it’s nice.”
Tom scoffed. “Are ya kiddin’? This is Indian country and this is a statue of a buffalo runnin’ over one.”
“Oh,” was all Shelly said.
Early next morning, Tom woke up to the smell of smoke. He ran outside and discovered the statue was burning. “No no no!” He cried running for the hose but it was too late, the Indian’s head had fallen off, his masterpiece was ruined. Still, he had to put out the fire.
Later that day, there was a knock on his door. Shelly answered it to find their neighbor, Joe, standing on the other side. “Tom,” She cried, “it’s Joe.”
Tom rushed from the kitchen. “Joe, what is it?”
Joe held up a piece of paper. “The Neighborhood Association want me to give you this.”
Tom glanced at the paper and his eyes widened. “I’m banished?!”