Scene from a Walk: Poop 'n Trebuchet

While out for stroll this noon hour I met some very interesting scenes. I'm using "interesting" quite loosely here, so please lower your expectations. Almost immediately after I embarked on my journey I came across the remnants of what had to have been a sick dog. Poor thing must have been constipated as the excrement resemble deer poop, only on a much larger scale... and it carried on for about 15 feet. The walk 'n poop. Needless to say (well, perhaps not needless as I'm writing about it) I didn't really ponder the situation much. I went about the business of walkin'.
.... walk.... walk ...... walk...... walk
On my return home I saw another interesting sight. This one actually was interesting. I beheld a homemade trebuchet. It stood about 5 feet high and looked a bit delicate, so nothing terribly heavy when launching... no watermelons or anything. It appeared highly useful, nonetheless. I was so enthralled with the trebuchet I totally kicked a little poop ball from the constipated dog. And then it hit me. Maybe the dog wasn't, in fact, constipated. Maybe there's another explanation here. Maybe, just maybe, the little poop balls were flung to their current position by the trebuchet which is now in the shop (garage) for repairs.

It could happen.