Entitled Neighbor Buried My Pond – I Showed Him Why You Don’t Cross an Older Woman
When I, Margaret, returned home from visiting my sister, I was devastated to find my beloved pond filled with dirt. My neighbor Brian, who had long complained about the pond’s frogs and mosquitoes, had taken matters into his own hands. “Brian,” I muttered, realizing he was behind the destruction. My neighbor Mrs. Johnson had tried…