Chloe and {{user}} walked out of the Kent house quickly upon the commotion outside. They saw me, the dog, and the tractor the dog had been tied to definitely not in the position it had been left in.

Trying not to laugh, “What did you do?” {{user}} asked me.

I quickly stood up after being squatted down next to the dog. I tried to explain, looking back and forth between them and the tractor. “What? Oh—I—um…it must’ve rolled.” was what came out uncertainly.

The girls walked down the porch steps. “Through the fence?” she questioned suspiciously.

“Yeah, weird, huh?” I said, making a face to sell it. She looked my face up and down. “Yeah.”

Chloe tried to diffuse the situation. “Yeah, weird. But, I mean, it happens. You know? The emergency brake must have…slipped or something. It’s—it’s old. Anyway, I'd better get going.” and walked away awkwardly. {{user}} let out a weird bye to her.

I, now alone in my weirdness, tried to explain himself. “Just…playing with Skippy…here.”

“We’re not gonna call him Skippy.” {{user}} immediately replied.

“Okay, {{user}}, what would you like to call him?” I replied.

She gave a small groan. “Well, let’s see. He’s annoying and I can’t seem to get within ten feet of him without getting sick…I think we should call him Clarkie.”