The Great Yak Escape
Twas friday, January 13th, the sun shone brightly on the chilly winter morning. I looked out the window and saw no black yaks in the back by the shack eating a snack. I figured they were in the corner of the yard I can't see from the house, where they often are. Several hours later I was putting the baby to sleep and I received a mysterious text message from a number I didn't recognize and it said plainly, "Did you lose your yaks?" and I knew this must be truth. I immediately thought they must have jumped the fence to the west where the yaks have befriended a white horse who lives there. I have seen them standing together and even nuzzling each other over the fence. I also knew that the fence on that side was pretty banged up and not very sturdy looking. I texted the number back, "Are you my neighbor with the white horse?" and the number answered "yes." I put the baby in the crib, sleeping soundly, and immediately grabbed the keys to the truck an