Wendell Beauchamps loved animals. He was very active in several animal rescue groups, and never missed a chance to attend one of the many monthly adoption events.
It was a nice in Griggs park today. Not too hot nor too chilly, and it was the time of the year he didn’t need to wear a jacket. He had only one animal in his adoption cage today, and he was determined to find it a new family and home.
The cage was in the back of his PT Cruiser wagon, and he edged it out over the back bumper. Last night, he stayed up late and created a sign that he designed to fit above the cage for all to see. He had a good feeling about the hand-painted, wide, rectangular sign. “This is it!” He thought, this will get this animal a new home. Definitely.
He waved to the young fella in a yellow vest, directing him to where he should park.
His spot was in the shade of a tall oak tree, and there was plenty of room between his car and those abutting his space. Wendell opened the tailgate, adjusted the cage, and attached his big sign so it was easily viewable by all who passed by.
Forty-five minutes later, the animal rescue coordinator came over to him and said, “Wendell, we need to talk.”
“Sure Harry; what’s up?”
“It’s your sign.”
“Great sign huh? I stayed up late last night making it.”
“You need to take it down.”
“Can’t take it down yet, I haven’t sold the animal.”
“Makes no difference; I’ve already had two complaints from two families with little kids. They don’t approve of it. You need to take it down.”
“What’s wrong with it? It’s a good sign. I made it myself.”
“Yes, you did a good job too. It’s just the way you worded it.”
“What’s wrong with the words?”
“Well, quite honestly Wendell, when people read ‘Get Pussy for only $25.00 right here,’ it kinda upsets some folks.”
“That’s the cat’s name Harry, I didn’t name it. The homeless person I got her from named it when it was a kitten. The cat’s name is Pussy.”
“C’mon Wendell, let me get you a cold drink, and we’ll discuss it further. Just lay the sign down for a while, would you?”