Everything seems to happen to Rudy, whether he likes it or not.
On Tuesday after hunting practice he was loitering on a street corner two blocks away from Caliban, when a police car drove by chasing by some other teen canine. The individual wore a green hoodie, jeans and shades, which is hardly uncommon. The car went around the block and circled back, losing its wisdom-challenged pursuer in the process. When the police drove by the corner the second time, they saw Rudy.
Dad and Kell picked him up at the station and paid bail for Rudy to appear before a judge on Wednesday. I drove up from college because, well, he’s my brother. Not biologically, perhaps, but after all we’ve been through together, we’re family in every sense of the word.
The judge recommended that he just pay the fine since he had no proof of his innocence. However, I’ll give Rudy credit for knowing that if he did that he’d forfeit the scholarship he got from the Rabbit Council for playing the Easter Bunny. (Now that he’s agreed to share that scholarship with Fiona, that affects her, too.)
So much of their futures hung on proving Rudy’s innocence. I began an arduous online search for the actual car-chasing, tracking the whereabouts of every canine in the area. I was having no luck, but then a cell phone image made by a fly surfaced that provided just the evidence needed to clear him.
Being a fly, it attempted to gouge the family for the image, but Dad negotiated a barter deal to let it have exclusive rights to the manure in his garden instead. So, everybody won. The judge dropped the charges, Rudy and Fiona kept the scholarship and the fly got all the excrement it desired.
The only downside: I was reminded where a significant part of my insectivore diet spends a good part of its time.
Today's question: Is chasing a police car a crime for humans, or is that something exclusively canine?
