short story Barn Buddy Belle Some people say loyal dogs have it easy, but I disagree, being loyal is a pain. Literally. Every morning at 6:30 am Adella pulls herself out of bed and
short story Saving Duckweed Swamp Peching’s webbed foot, experimentally touched the water. He liked the way the ripples tickled his toes. “Peching! You wait for me!” called his mother as she waddled over to
short story Willy's Point Willy was my grandpa's dog, and I hated him. He was small for a pointer, but fast and strong, with glossy black and white fur. And he was mean. He
short story The Maintenance Man The morning sun shone brightly as Emiline Parton pulled into the Elementary school parking lot of Little Creek, Maine. She was 25 years old and had taught first grade here
short story Apricot Spring The early summer sun shone brightly the morning the tree was planted. It was an apricot tree small and frail with only a few leaves to fill it's tiny, spindly
