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All I Cannot Offer

I was returning from my morning fishing ritual when I came across a badly wounded duck huddled at the edge of the lake. I like an early-morning fish, whenever I get up early enough, which is not often. It’s my favorite time of day, the lake is my favorite place, fishing my favorite pastime. It…

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How Alan Killed His Cat

1. Natasha When Alan was eight years old, he killed his cat and spent the rest of his life trying to figure out if it was an accident or not. When Alan asked for a pet kitten, his parents, naturally, refused. “You’re too young,” they said. “You’d kill it.” “No I won’t – I promise!”…

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Feathers For A Finch’s Nest

It is very cold, and I don’t expect all of my finches will survive the winter. There are feathers floating everywhere — why don’t they weave them into their nests for warmth? We gave them a bunch of soft cotton string for nesting material, but they just play with it — line the nest then…

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Scissors of Wichita

“Is this your bag?” I glanced up, my hand suspended over my brief case. There must have been six thousand TSA agents working Terminal 3 at Chicago’s O’Hare airport that day, all of them smiling, kind and friendly–except this one. “Why yes it is,” I smiled. “Is there–?” “Come with me.” He snatched up my…

Don’t Stand So Close to Me

Originally posted on Listful Thinking:
On Tuesday morning, I started to think that I might be coming down with something. By 2:30pm, I had to leave work because it felt like every bone in my body was made out of those weird Twizzlers with the gooey insides. Every bone. Even the little ones in my…