Zigzagging

When Frolic was still young, my parents started teaching her to track a scent. During these training exercises, after walking far from home, Daddy would cover her eyes as we sisters ran back down Knacker Hill into hiding, zigzagging barefoot across newly spread horse manure as we went. Even as we inadvertently masked our scent in this way, Frolic would perfectly trace the path of our retreat, undistracted by the trails left by the manure spreader. Though this was all done under the guise of a fun game, my parents were surely training her for future errant teenager search missions.