The Money Tree

Tamworth reflected into the mirror only to see his naturally born sunburn and mudslinging swine bring home the bacon attitude.

Staying in one place was a long shot since the lifestyle bestowed upon the sacrificial lamb was a power runner. On the surface it seemed like an adventurous lively hood, but truth be told not hearing the Kingstar Bullet being fired from the pistol only resulted in being out of the money and not seen anywhere in lights.

Pocketing the half warm beer from the refrigerator the healthy caretaker headed out from the rural white house into life’s afternoon delight and reaching the pickup truck opened the cab door. Climbing in the first thing he noticed was an attractive blond-haired person navigating the google maps buoys.

“Headquarters sent me to show you the best route,” she peered up, “I am Dr. Taree and I have a Doctorate in Cartography.”

“So which direction is your life going?” Tamworth handed her the can, “you are now my Great Northern Maiden Plate.”

“Things are starting to brew down south, Tamworth.” Dr. Taree started to explain finding the drink a plastic holder.

Grabbing a handful of gumnuts from a Ziplock bag Tamworth offered, “here you want some, I am not trying to put a seed into you, these are actually tasteful, they were winners in the Bubble Toying with Trouble competition.”

“No, Tamworth, we need to head to Manning Valley and go to a tree by the river,” she explained hearing the high school track team exercising start when a rifle sound shattered through the air.

“Let’s go then,” Tamworth started the engine.

As they pulled out of the driveway, “we have a meeting with William Wynter despite out of the money he still is a positive factor.”

Driving around the corner Dr. Taree pointed, “there is the arbor that we are looking for,”

“You mean the Sandpiper fig,” Tamworth retorted.

“That is the one.”

Both individuals stepped out to see a long shot city kid take William’s place, “I don’t believe it,”

“Well, believe it,” the lady responded holding a briefcase, “my name is Nicci Knee Knack and William loved my show.”

“Where is Willam?” Tamworth asked.

“He was told to pack and get his life back on track,” Nicci Knee Knack reported back.

“Is that a fact,” Dr. Taree no longer was stumped about the missing person, “oh yes we are two maidens looking to even things up adding a few pounds to our satchel,” she kept the conversation going,

“Of course,” Nicci Knee Knack was relieved tired of dragging the excess baggage, “by all means, you know getting too many pounds after cottage pie is not a good thing in my line of work.”

Before the next scholastic practice heat the two were safely belted into the farmer’s working transportation.

“We better get to it,” Tamworth announced when another athletic bang rang out.

Going a few miles Dr. Taree opened the business luggage, "Arewerichenuff?" Tamworth inquired about the days winnings.

“This doesn’t make any cents,” Dr. Taree was aghast, “there are only a few Pences here.”

“Dang that Vice squad!” Tamworth hit the Presidential seal logo on the brakes.