Trespassing

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    7:15 A.M:

     Bob was snagged from his slumber to meet the brutal reality of the booming voice and enraged face of the poor man who happened to live where Bob had unknowingly slept.

    "What are you doing out here on my   property?! Explain yourself." The man practicaly roared as the flanel wearing farmer cocked his rifle.

     Bob's mouth clamped shut and his eyes popped and peeled as wide as they could go. His tanned face grew sickly pale as he processed the severity of his current situation, which was far from helped by the fact that he had no clue how he got there, and therefore could not explain.

His eyes shot side to side in a desperate attempt to locate which direction exactly, was "Off My Property". Having discovered there was a highway about a football field to his left, Bob turned and ran as fast as he could.

     He ran for what felt like forever before reaching the highway. A loud bang broke through the air. The farmer had tried to shoot him. The construction worker turned again and  ran even faster than before, now fueled by twice the adrenaline.

     Even as his feet pounded against the shoulder of the crack filled road, as he darted down the highway, he noted it desperately needed repaired.

    And that was enough for Bob the Builder to know he was a long way from home.

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