The Scent of the Minks

What I saw from down in the mud was a crowd of minks, a family most likely. What had made those dogs jump was the scent of those minks. You might call that scent the scent of love. It had been an error that those dogs had made. But in error of the heart, my dad said to me, there in the mud. So a worthwhile error. We have to make our own rules and our own judgments and not curse ourselves or others for the way we arrived in this world. Also we need to build a higher railing on the bridge or otherwise devise a way to spare these dogs from injury. That is what I wanted to share with someone.