Moo-ving Tales



Bessie waddled through snow for a drink, but slipped into the water’s deceptive depths. Mother Nature kept her memory fresh until spring.  

“Looks like Bessie fell in the creek, son.”
“What will you do now, Dad?”
‘Fetch some strong line and a hook. Maybe we can catch some ice cream.”  

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