Peanut Butter

A second dumpster appeared on the property, one bigger than the usual one which sat in the parking lot. Its arrival inspired a basement clean-out. For help, Mother employed Cousin Sean. As we surveyed the mess, Mother suggested we group items into categories and label them with signs. Horse Stuff for the back left corner. Beach Stuff on the right side. We traveled through the basement, until a lone item stood in the path, a gallon jug of peanut butter. Sean passed his hand in front of the obstacle, pretending to read the sign for this particular category: “Peanut Butter.”