the real moral of this story is to not live anywhere near spooks.
Does my nice black neighbor up and across the street count as a 'spook"?
It depends, does he wash your car or cut your grass for you ?
Nah,
but he has come over to check on the dogs and chickens while we've been away. Loans me his riding mower on occasion to cut the one acre pasture. I've graded and put in a gravel pad next to his driveway.
And we've swapped pies a coupla times. He makes a decent sweet tater pie, and my wife has traded pumpkin or pecan with him. Maybe cookies too.
Oh, and we've eaten Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners at each other's houses too.
But no car washes or mowing.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
