I was a better hunter than he was; I killed more deer. It always made him upset,” Robin replied.“Maybe you should go deer hunting with my Dad. He ...oes a lot and I know there are deer where he goes but he never gets one,” I said.“Ask him if he would like a hunting partner, I miss the outdoors!” she replied.“What about you, Phil?”“I’m not into guns - never shot one - but I will come to watch just for the heck of it.”“I have seen you compete at sports. I bet if you did some trap or skeet, you. Ginny, would you do the honors?"Ginny walked to the edge of the paving stones and stopped. As she did, a figure appeared before her."Greetings Ginny, welcome back! How may I be of service to you today?" Greetings teacher, I have come today to introduce new friends to the Garden." She looked back at us."Each of you will be introduced to a teacher. They all look remarkably similar to Con and to each other. They all respond to the name teacher. Like Con used to be, they are constructs made of. I can smell that odour of iron in the air again. I just want to be home. I come up to what seems to be a child’s bedroom. I stand up, wondering how can I not be outside by now? There isn’t much light around me, but I can see blue and yellow wallpaper on the walls, a rusty white crib, an open chest surrounded with old used up toys, a green door and the source of the music.A jack-in-the-box is on the floor, perfectly centred on the carpet in front of me, playing that infamous tune. I bend down to. Anyway, about 9:30, and my phone buzzed. Caller ID said “Russ Brown”, so I answered, “Mornin’ Russ, and how are things in North Armpit today?” I know he’s got a job going, way up in north Louisiana.He said, “Mornin’ to YOU, Bill, and things are just lovely. I have a busted hydraulic pump on one of my dozers, and no replacement parts. Got anything in your pocket that would work?”“Well, some truck keys and a pocket knife. Would that be helpful?” I asked.He chuckled and said, “About the same as.