Day 126 - A Hook

I'm sitting on the back deck this afternoon reading a book in the sun.  I looked up on one of the posts the supports the overhang and saw that Garbanzo had hung a hook.

He bought this hook a year or two ago while on a field trip.  It has floated around the house for a while in search of a home.

It seemed like an odd place to hang it.  So, I asked him:



"Why did you hang it there?"

"To hang things on."

"Did you have a specific purpose for putting it there?"

"Yeah, to hang things on.  That's what hooks do."

Guess I deserved that.