It was a nice, sunny day the little town of Dierks, Arkansas, but in the back of my mind I knew something was about to go down. It had been late in the afternoon, when this fearful event took its place. It was late in the afternoon when Mr. Pistachio and I went for a walk. It was about fifteen minutes into the walk when an eerie sound pierced the wind. Mr. Pistachio said, “Maybe it was just the wind?” but we both knew it was not the wind. So we kept walking hoping nothing would happen. About thirty minutes into the walk, something had bolted past us. “What was that?” I asked Mr. Pistachio. He just shrugged as if he didn’t even see anything. Hours later we had finished our little walk, and we headed home. We had been very cautious on our way
