Purple Girl
Yellow Girl with a crown of flowers
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sampson and 'Goliath'
Monday, October 26, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
"I wanted so much to step over and pick them up. Several times I tried to move my feet, but they seemed to be nailed to the floor. I knew the pups were mine, all mine, yet I couldn't move. My heart started aching like a drunk grasshopper. I tried to swallow and couldn't. My adams apple wouldn't work. One pup started my way. I held my breath. On he came until I felt a scratchy little foot on mine. The other pup followed. A warm puppy tongue caressed my sore foot. I heard the stationmaster say, 'they already know you'. I knelt down and gathered them in my arms. I buried my face between their wiggling bodies and cried. ~Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows, chapter 5.
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