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The Massacre at Seagull Fountain

01.12.09 | Susan | 6 Comments

We’ve been worried for some time that Susan might be, well, just a little different.
Not enough for a pair of boots.

Not enough leather for a pair of boots.

Grampa gave these horses to Spot for Christmas; Spot was kind (and naive) enough to share them with Sally and Susan. So far, so good. And then Susan had them in her room as she did not go to sleep and did not go to sleep for several hours one night last week.

Now I am not so anxious for spring to come. When the birds and squirrels and stray cats return, will we be anxiously counting the paring knives, wishing for the good old days when we thought she was merely a left-handed middle child with the timidity of a rugby player and the appetite of a long-haul trucker?

Jane

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