Jack "Tuck'eage" Sears -- Chocolate Chips

    I stand with the shovel in my hand in my back yard. I stare at this massive pile of rabbit poop. This pile has been getting bigger and bigger for the last ten months. I keep staring dreading what I was about to do.
    I have the shovel in my hand. I push it into the pile, and it oozes in slowly. This is going to be worse than I thought. The soft mushy brown pile has been sitting there for months, and smells worse than a dumpster with rotten fish in it.  The odor is so ferocious that my eyes automatically squint when I walk by. It smells like a piece of road kill sitting on the road, rotting. I lift the shovel up and the aroma is so bad it’s like you're going to automatically pass out. I think to myself “I cannot drop this”. This rabbit poop freezes during the winter, and has a small odor. The stench comes back when the poop defrosts in the spring.
    I start to pick it up. I feel the muscles strain to keep this shovel as far away as possible. BAM! My body freezes and my eyes water. The shovel flies on to the ground. I start to gag and run from the poop that just splattered everywhere. I think of my neighbor who once said, “This stuff looks like chocolate chips!” I run back and see that it is everywhere. I decide I can’t do this job anymore and leave everything the way it is.