The Traffic Tree

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. I have many duties in upholding the law. I even lay down the law when I’m laying down.

But when you’re camping full time like we are, you don’t know the routines of the ones you are policing. So you have to do a lot of watching to figure out who is breaking the law.

In site #15 here at the park, there is a very large tree. Deputy Digby has been giving up his TV bed the last few nights because he has been acting like a baby and wanting to sleep with Boy Person. So I get his spot which is prime seating right under the tree. The traffic tree.

You see, the daily commute for the locals here is a hard one. They have to navigate the traffic tree with its many limbs and branches. I see the traffic tie ups. I see the squirrels passing illegally. No blinkers. No turn signals. No laws being obeyed.

I see many accidents too. Squirrels falling, birds getting mad and pecking them. Oh, yes. The road rage is out of control.

Yes. It’s quite entertaining to me. But I also have to wonder if they like their daily commute. Are all the acorns they are looking to store up worth the travel? Do they ever wonder if they should work from home instead?

I have never understood why persons fight traffic and spend their hours getting to a place that they don’t want to be in the first place. Seems to me that if you have to be in traffic, the traffic tree is the best place to be.

The commute doesn’t last long. The other drivers just dust themselves off when they bump into each other, and they sing while they drive. Then, when they get tired of driving, the birds fly away and the squirrels go to the ground and take a break to eat.

Do they love the jobs they are going to? They say if you love what you do you will never work a day in your life. Although I’m not sure if that’s entirely true, I do know that getting to where you need to be takes work. Sometimes, if the traffic in your life is too much, you need to change direction. Sometimes, you might even need to stay where you are.

I have set up a speed trap. And now, my work begins. You see, speeding thru life isn’t acceptable either. There’s no excuse for breaking the law.

Think about your fights each day and the battles you choose. Life isn’t easy. But neither is traffic. Find your own traffic tree, make your own way and enjoy the ride.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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