So, I could tell you about the time we cut our house in half and moved it 50 kilometers to the west. I could tell you about the girl who came to our door trying to escape her boyfriend on a Saturday morning or the man who drove his truck into our pond in the middle of winter. Or all the dogs that were abandoned in our yard over a single summer, thirteen in all. Or maybe about Fat Cat.
But would you tell two friends, who would tell two friends, and so on and so on?