Rest in piece

On my walk through the neighborhood this morning I saw this.

Someone had placed cut sections of tree trunks on the sidewalk, perhaps in memory of trees that they had known and loved. They looked like wooden tombstones and I wondered if I had wandered into the final resting place of wood.

I pointed it out to the tall person and he smiled and said that it was unlikely to be something so noble – someone probably put them there to stop cars parking on the sidewalk.

Hmm, who would want to park in a cemetery?

Bassa chases a street magician!

The little person accompanied me and the tall person on a walk through the neighborhood recently. He said he wants to become a street magician when he is older.

I was a little skeptical because I have never noticed him practice magic.

He read my mind and turned himself into a rabbit.

He was very surprised when I chased him!