Well here you have it, Gone.
Not Gone with the Wind,
Not Good as Gone
Lost and Gone Forever
Belly of the Beast
(yes, think of the tune to O My Darling Clementine)
The night before I had a lush crop of bush and pole beans,
green and thickly sprinkled with tiny baby bean pods to
a few overlooked giant pods too tough to eat but good for seed.
It was dark when I left for work Friday morning so
I didn't notice anything amiss; however, when I rounded the
corner to the side garden I could only stand there stunned.
I told you all that the deer were scoping out my beans.
So where did they go?
Into the Belly of the Beast.