Psst

John woke up one morning and looked across his fence and stooping in the garden was a figure appealing to him. The person was attending to a garden dressed in jeans pants, a dark top and a very broad straw hat. He tiptoed through the front grill and under the window not wanting to be seen by his wife. He was pleased with the sight and so he greeting the person, “psst”. There was no response so he went a bit louder,”psst”. But still there was no answer. He taught the person did not hear him so he started to whistle and walk around in his front yard picking up his machete and started to chop the little bush he saw only to gain the attention of the person. His wife got up and went to see what was happening at the front, “why are you doing that?” she asked. Too much bush out here man and I need to buss a sweat as well been a while. “For real, hi Mr. Anderson”. The person got up and wave back to her removing his straw hat as a sign of respect. John turned and walked away.