Martha was preparing supper; she was also looking out the window thinking about when she used to wait for the kids to come home. She wiped away a teardrop. Thinking about the latest child who was late for supper. So, she grabbed his hat walked out to the front porch put in front of a sleeping (upside down), Maria. She gave the Mountain lion a push and said ‘Go.’
The local Pub was packed when Maria crashed through the front window spreading broken glass all over the place. She landed shrieking on top of the bar. Maria ran up and down until she stopped at Uncle Joe’s stool and growled.
It was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to the place. The tavern’s name was changed to ‘Maria,’ no civil or legal charges were filed. Also, the customers found and an excellent reason to drink for, three days.
“Joe yelled at the bartender, call Martha and tell her I am on my way.”
Joe complained to Maria about Aunt Mary’s spending during the four-block walk home. An apple was waiting for the giant cat.