Field 4 / nothing here stays paid for

Cashpig

Every note that lands in this field burns. I stopped explaining it somewhere around the fourth one.

A hundred burnt down one side Cashpig

i did not start it

Recovered from the ground

The Field

Field 4. 03:10. It landed on its own. He stayed put.

I sit in the middle because the middle is the part that is not on fire yet. That changes. It always changes.

nobody called anyone

A hundred burnt through the middle

What was left

soon

Copy

Kept properly, for once

The Ledger

I

Opening balance

A field, a fence, four trees. All of it paid for by somebody. None of it mine.

II

First entry

A hundred blew in off the road and went up before it touched the grass. I was asleep. I have been blamed ever since.

III

Recurring

Tuesday. Sunday. While I am eating. There is no pattern and I have spent a long summer looking for one.

IV

Closing balance

Nothing carried forward.

i am not good with numbers

Four of them, that is all there is

What Was Recovered

Cashpig sitting in the grass
Him. Same field. He has no comment.
A note burning by the fence post
The post went first. It was dry.
Soot across his snout
Soot. It does not come off.
Sitting in front of a row of burning notes
He sat through the whole thing.