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Happenings were also happening elsewhere, and to other people.
Back at their ranch, Annie Sakanah and her husband, Biz, were sitting in their living room, listening to some music. Annie gently rocked her baby, who, at three months old, still did not have a name.
“I still think we should name the baby,” Annie whispered, not wanting to wake her other children.
“I would,” Biz replied, “if only we agreed on the name!”
“I have an idea, and you refuse to entertain it!” Annie pouted.
“You know I respect your ideas,” Biz responded. “But my parents gave me the first name of Washington, which I hate, and I now go by my middle name. It’s so awkward when anyone asks me. I’d rather let the child grow up without a name than to have one that is so hateful!”
“You tell me that every week! I’m your wife, so I already know that!” said Annie. “Also, okay, we can wait a little longer on the name.”
It was getting late, so Annie kissed her baby and her hunting rifles good night. But she couldn’t sleep.
“Biz?” she whispered. “Something’s wrong. I don’t know what. I just feel like we’re not giving this baby everything that a baby deserves.”
“I understand, but I can’t explain it. We’ve given this baby everything a baby needs, but it somehow does feel inadequate.” Biz whispered back as he put their pet reticulated python into its night cage.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Annie jumped up and exclaimed quietly, “I know what’s wrong!”
“What?”
“The baby needs a proper rattle!”
“I can pick one up at the store tomor—”
“No. The baby needs an all natural rattle. A real one, not one made of a bunch of lousy chemicals!”
“Of course!” Biz agreed, as he finished preserving some mice in formaldehyde. “But how do we get one?”
“It won’t be easy,” Annie admitted. “But I think we can handle it. All we have to do is find a place where it’s legal to kill rattlesnakes.”