The Ancient Oak

Mary Jane

He looked up and a grin a mile wide appeared on his face.  He started jumping up and down, giggling like a little schoolgirl. 

“I knew it, I knew it, today is my lucky day!” he screamed.  As he scanned the field in front of him, there were artifacts everywhere. 

“The tornado must have dug them all up.” He started going around picking up as many of the artifacts as he could find.  These treasures included a red flag torn off a mailbox, a VW hub cap, a mangled silver fork. 

“Wow, I didn’t know Native Americans had cd players” he said out loud as he picked it up.  “I am going to have the best collection ever!”  He even found a headless Barbie doll, but he didn’t dare pick that one up as it didn’t have a shirt on. 

After about twenty minutes of stuffing his bag with his treasures, he suddenly froze.  It looked like he was made of stone, he didn’t even blink.  Off in the next field over, he saw a beat up old blue pickup truck come speeding in his direction.  He stood there completely motionless as the truck pulled up next to him and a pretty blond woman jumped out of the driver’s seat. 

“Willy, Willy, are you ok?” the lady asked, obviously shaken and concerned.  “I saw the tornado hit your house and I was terrified something happened to you.” 

Willy didn’t move a muscle. 

“Willy, I can see you even though you are not moving,” she said with a rather coy look on her face. 

“I am a deer and deer can’t talk,” Willy stated with the utmost authority.  Inside, he was terrified.  This woman was always trying to barge in on him at the most inopportune times.  He was afraid she would see the relics he had not yet been able to acquire and take them for herself. 

Trying not to laugh, Mary Jane pointed out that he did not have his antler hat on so he could not be a deer. Immediately Willy put hands on his head and his face turned to a genuine frown. 

“You are right. The wind stole my hat.  I forgot,” he responded. 

Mary Jane walked up to him and gave him a big hug. 

“I am so glad you are Ok, Willy.  I was so worried about you.” 

As usual when Mary Jane hugged him, Willy didn’t know how to respond. 

“Your nose looks nice today,” he murmured. 

A big smile came over Mary Jane’s face at hearing his compliment. 

“Why thank you sweetie,” she said just before kissing his cheek. 

Willy could feel the heat in his cheeks as he turned bright red.  She had never kissed him before and he really didn’t know how to react, so he ran and hid behind the truck. 

Mary Jane giggled and followed him around the back of the truck.  “I see you,” she teased.