Brad stopped the car and looked at the sign.
“Huh”, he said, “I wonder what that’s all about.”
Jennie looked up from the map and gave him an inquiring glance.
“What what’s all about?”
“The sign.”
She looked out the front window at the rusted sign.
“Probably means we should keep right.”
“Yeah, but what’s with all the bullet holes? Is it a statement of some kind?”
“What kind of statement?”
“Oh I don’t know. ‘Keep right or else’? Maybe it’s something more philosophical.”
Bob awoke from his sleep, a sharp pain coming from his nose. He tried to reach his hand up, but found he could not move it. He opened his eyes and saw an overly dressed, matronly woman standing on his chest. The fact she was only three inches tall explained why her standing on his chest had not woken him up. The stick with the star ending in sharp points in her hand probably explained why his nose hurt. But the most disconcerting thing was the dozen or so other tiny, matronly woman standing on his beside table.
“Money doesn’t grow on trees.”
“Yeah, that’s what they say. But I am looking at some pretty compelling evidence saying they are, in fact, wrong.”
Burt and Wiley both looked down at the dollar bill sitting on the kitchen table. The flowering branch growing from it was hard to miss.
“I wonder what would happen it we planted it?”
“What do you mean? Grow a dollar tree?”
“Well, if it is a tree. It could be a shrub. Or a bush.”
“Point. So you want to plant this dollar and see what comes up?”
“The advertisement said it would get up to twelve feet in diameter.”
“I think it got a little bigger than that.”
“Well, sure, I mean look at it.”
“Like I could look at anything else. I told you this was a bad idea.”
“You never told me that.”
“Yes I did! I said ‘Terry, this is bad idea.‘ I think you may have been on the verge of hyperventilating when I said it, but I did say it.”
“Yeah, well, that didn’t stop you from taking your turn blowing it up.”
“It’s killing me, doc.”
“And why do you think it is killing you, Viktor?”
“Why? I don’t know why it’s killing me, doc, all I know is it is.”
“What do you experience whenever you are around them, Viktor.”
“Well, as soon as I walk into a room with them, my eyes tear up. Then I get this burning sensation in my chest, like the air is igniting as I inhale it. When that happens I excuse myself immediately and go get some air.”
“Mmm-hmm.”, hummed Dr. Stellweiter as he jotted down some notes.