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PEACEABLE FRUIT
by Janice L. Smith
Tigger has been a cherished family member for over fourteen and a half
years.
He was abandoned by his former owner, so we''re not sure how old he is.
Our tiny tiger has a loving and affectionate nature, is exceptionally
intelligent, and can also be very manipulative. Several times a day he
demands that we stop whatever we happen to be doing so that we can pet and
cuddle him. He especially loves to curl up beside me when I work at the
computer, and I enjoy having him so close to me. When Tigger demands to be
petted while I''m trying to type, I pet him with one hand and type with the
other until he''s satisfied and curls up for a nap.
The first thing people notice about Tigger is how gorgeous he is.
He is a large black and gray tabby with sleek, silky fur. Even people
who claim to hate cats are quickly charmed by him, and cat lovers find him
irresistible.
One Sunday afternoon, I noticed a small patch of bare skin between
Tigger''s left eye and his ear. This confirmed a fear I was having at the
time that, despite my efforts to keep his ears clean.
My baby had ear mites.
I decided not to go to work the next day so I could take him to the
vet and stay home with him afterwards. Visits to the vet''s office are
scary for him, and when he gets shots he usually runs a fever and feels
pretty lousy, so I make it a point to stay close to him and try to find
ways to help him feel better. Tigger did not enjoy the trips to the vet or
having me put goo in his ears everyday for three weeks.
Too bad. I did what was best for him, and he got over it.
I''m sure that it would be difficult or even impossible to convince
Tigger that he was extremely lucky that I took him to the vet and put goo
in his ears, but he was. I''ve seen stray and feral cats with huge sores
behind their ears, and more sores and scratches on their heads and necks.
These poor animals had literally mutilated themselves because ear mites had
caused them so much irritation. Ear mites can be a relatively minor
problem, but if left untreated they can lead to serious infections that can
even kill the afflicted animal.
Although Tigger didn''t like the treatment, he trusted me enough that I
could take care of him. The feral cats didn''t trust anyone, although they
would eat the food and water left for them.
It may sound strange, but the difference between being able to treat
Tigger and not being able to help the feral cats reminded me of a
scripture: "Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but
grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of the
righteousness unto them which are excercised thereby." (Hebrews 12:11)
Tigger''s treatment, or "chastening," was certainly not joyous, but it
eradicated the ear mites that were tormenting him, yielding the "peaceable
fruit" of restored health, and no more irritating ear mites.
Sometimes the lessons we need the most in our lives are also the most
difficult and painful. That''s when we need to trust that God loves us and
knows what is best for us and that the "peaceable fruit" will be worth our
effort and patience.
-- Janice L. Smith <lanismith @ gcol.net>
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THE OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN
by Bonnie D. Evaschuk
I love where I come from.
I am so very proud of being born and raised in the Granite State.
With that said, you can imagine the horror with which I listened to
the news on the morning of May 4, 2003. The Old Man of the Mountain had
tumbled down from his perch above Profile Lake.
Granted, it is not President Kennedy being shot or the horrific events
of September 11th being etched into our brains, but still it was terribly
sad news to me.
If you have ever been to Franconia Notch, you know the feeling of some
larger power at work. This Man''s profile was etched into the side of a
mountain by years and years of weather, glaciers and God only knows what
else. His face looked the part too. It seemed, from afar, the face of a
man who had worked outdoors all his life.
I loved that Old Man. I loved everything he represented to me, and I
loved that he stood for New Hampshire.
As a family, we would go visit the Man every summer.
One summer, when I was about eight or nine, my grandmother came to
visit the Man with us. This particular day was beautiful. The sky was a
cobalt blue and not a cloud to be seen for miles. I looked at my
grandmother and I said, "Nana, look at how distinct he is!" Distinct he
was, distinct he will always be, etched in my memory forever.
I''m very sorry the Man will not be there for my next visit. I have a
feeling I will go to the notch and it will be with wet eyes that I say my
final goodbye.
I cannot begin to tell you how many people I have brought up to visit
the Old Man. It seems like hundreds. Each and every one of them stood at
the base of that mountain with awe on their face. I had many tell me that
it was impossible that the Man was created by nature. They swore it nearly
as vehemently as I swore the Man was created by wind, rain, snow and sun.
What I never believed was that the Man would die before me. I never
imagined that he would go away in my lifetime. However, I was keenly aware
of the cables and struts that held him up there. Perhaps it was those
bonds from which he felt the need to escape.
Live free or die Old Man! You will be greatly missed.
"Men have hung out their signs indicative of their
respective trades -- shoemakers hang out a gigantic shoe;
jewelers a monster watch, and the dentist hangs out a
gold tooth -- but in the mountains of New Hampshire,
God Almighty has hung out a sign to show that there
He makes men." -- Daniel Webster
-- Bonnie D. Evaschuk <Bonns66 @ aol.com>
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FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY
Niko, 8, who lives in Chicago, comes to spend every summer with his
Aunt Renee in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. When Renee asked Niko if he was happy to
be back in Cedar Rapids for the summer, he said, very seriously, "Aunt
Renee, how come every time I come here, I never see any rabbits?" "Why
would you expect to see rabbits here?" Renee asked. Niko replied, "Isn''t
this town called See-The-Rabbits (Cedar Rapids)?" -- Renee Erregragui of
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
Ceporah and her son Jerico were listening to the radio when the song
"Angels Unaware" came on. Jerico asked, "How do they know?" Ceporah
didn''t know what he was talking about so she said, "Know what?" Jerico
replied, "About the angel''s underwear?" -- Ceporah Cowan of Alton,
Missouri
A little girl for whom Pat used to babysit was very excited as her
third birthday approached. She told Pat that she wanted a birthday cake
with "pieces of fire" on top! (birthday candles) -- Pat Martin of
Chandler, Texas
Jessica, 9, was looking at a catalog and was surprised when she came
across a picture of some gold medals. "Why would anyone buy these when
they could just go win something and get one?" she asked her mother. --
Kelly (Jessica''s mother) of Tokyo, Japan
ShaRoseLee''s 5-year-old grandson has a great fondness for dinosaurs.
He told ShaRoseLee, "They are NOT DEAD...you know... They are STINCT... and
they live in the USEUMS!" -- ShaRoseLee of Evansville, Indiana
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PIGGY-BACK RIDES
by Kama Linskey
When I visited my friend Brian''s church, I made friends with a girl
named Becca.
She was about seven years old, with honey blond hair and the gift of
gab. She loved to sit on my lap during the sermon and collect the
"hopping" paper frogs I folded.
After church, I offered Becca a piggy-back ride. Of course, she
wanted one! And another! Then Becca''s sisters and brothers and friends
wanted one.
Everyone begged for second, third, fourth and still more "piggies".
In desperation, I sent half the children asking for piggy-back rides to
Brian. He generously offered his back to the piggy-back cause, and Brian''s
brother, Andrew, volunteered to give rides too.
Amid the noisy group of children playing on the monkey bars, begging
for rides, and asking to be pushed on the swings, there was one silent
child. About three years old, she had big brown shy eyes and long black
hair.
I danced around the shy girl with Becca on my back. Becca squealed in
glee, laughed, and yelled "Run faster!" in my ear. The little girl tilted
her head up and solemnly, longingly stared at me.
Becca''s turn was over. While I was helping her slide to the ground,
the quiet girl took two small steps toward me. I smiled and asked, "Would
you like a piggy back ride?"
She nodded.
I crouched down. She clambered onto my back, hung on tight, and I
made sure I had a good hold on her. She was as light as a feather and
absolutely silent as I walked in bouncy steps and twirled. It was as if
nothing was on my back.
"Does she like my piggy back ride? Or is she too scared to make a
sound?" I wondered.
I walked past a van with dark mirrored windows.
"Hey! There''s us!" I told the silent child on my back.
I smiled at my reflection, then saw her.
A huge smile was lighting up her face, crinkling the corners of her
dancing brown eyes -- and her two silver-capped teeth were sparkling in the
sunlight.
-- Kama Linskey <amakindian @ yahoo.com>
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"I FEEL GOOD"
by Roger Dean Kiser
Back in the late 1970s, maybe even the early 1980s, my wife and I
owned a business selling wood burning stoves.
The bottom had just about fallen out of the business and we had
decided to move from Brunswick, Georgia, back to Modesto, California.
Everything was packed and loaded into the two vehicles. All was ready
for the 3,000 mile cross country trip, except for the two animals and about
800 cans of canned meat and vegetables.
I have always had this "thing" about having tons of canned food. I
have always had a pantry everywhere I have lived. If there wasn''t a pantry
when I moved in, I would build one.
I guess storing canned food stems back to when I was a young boy in
the orphanage. I have never forgotten the nights I went to bed hungry --
my stomach hurting and growling. I remember the days that I had to steal
bread crumbs so that whatever boy was locked in the hall closet would have
something to eat.
There was no way that we would be able to haul all this food across
country. So, it was decided that we would leave it for the next family who
might rent the house after we moved.
I drove to the supermarket to pick up some soft drinks for the trip.
As I made my way down the aisle, there were three elderly women blocking
the walkway. I stopped and waited hoping that they would move one of their
carts so that I could get through. I stood there getting a little
agitated. The three of them were going through tons of coupons. All at
once, one of the ladies dropped the coupons and they scattered all over the
floor.
I pushed my cart to one side and I got down on my hands and knees and
I began gathering up the hundreds of coupons. As I raked them together I
heard the ladies talking among themselves. It appears that the three of
them had pooled their social security money together in order to buy food
for the month. I gathered up the coupons and I handed them to one of the
women. When I looked into one of their carts there must have been 40 or 50
cans of peas.
"Boy! You guys sure must love peas," I said.
"They are on sale, five for a dollar," said the elderly woman.
"You eat peas everyday?" I asked them.
"Corn will be on sale next month," said another lady.
"Ladies, I have a deal for you. Put all this stuff back and follow
me," I told them. "I know you do not know me from Adam. But we are
leaving for California in a few hours. I have a ton of canned food that
you can have for free. Peas, corn, canned meat, tuna, chicken in a can.
You name it, I got it," I told them. "The manager knows me here. He will
tell you that it is ok."
Within five minutes the ladies were following me to my house. For
more than 30 minutes we loaded canned goods into their car''s trunk and back
seat.
All at once, one of the elderly ladies picked up two cans of corned
beef hash and held it against her chest.
"You''ve got meat! I LIKE MEAT," said the woman, as she sat down on
the ground and began to cry.
"I''ve never seen anyone cry over canned meat before," I told her.
"You''d cry if you got hungry enough," said one of the other elderly women.
"I know," I said, as I smiled at her, remembering back to my days in
the orphanage.
As they drove away I looked over at my wife and I yelled out, "I FEEL
GOOD -- just like the song says."
"Oh, Roger. Let''s go! California here we come!" she said as she
smiled at me.
-- Roger Dean Kiser <trampolineone @ webtv.net>
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JOY IN THE MORNING
by Clara Wersterfer
My co-workers and I were busily checking email and organizing for a
beautiful Texas morning of work when we heard loud chirping from an
obviously very irritated or scared bird.
Shortly, our "bird hunt" revealed a little fellow stuck behind the
heating unit vent. We took turns trying to reach him -- unsuccessfully.
We appealed to our neighbor with longer arms in the next office to
help with the rescue mission. When he tenderly placed the tiny bird in my
hands, it was love at first sight!
He was pathetically naked, except for a thread of down on his back and
a layer of dust. The large yellow mouth comically covered most of his head
and black eyes stared trustingly into mine.
Joy filled my heart and... our home.
I almost cried to think his life was, literally, in my hands. I knew
absolutely nothing about caring for birds. I''d read someplace that baby
birds eat constantly, so food was first on the agenda. The pet section of
our local grocer offered bird seed and not much else. Instinctively
knowing he wasn''t ready for solid food, I bought jars of strained baby food
and parakeet gravel. Mixing a bit of this together and using my pinky, I
pushed the mixture gently into the rear of his mouth. He gobbled up the
makeshift meal like I was his mother bird, stopped his incessant squawking,
and went to sleep.
Hourly feedings got us through the first day and kept him fairly
quiet. Thereafter, until he was able to eat on his own, we went to work
together. Experimenting, I offered him tidbits of food until I discovered
his favorites -- grapes, chicken, hardboiled egg and cornbread were top
ranked and eaten with gusto.
We had no idea what kind of bird he was. His feathers were mostly
brown at first, then getting darker until finally, the unmistakable
iridescent, black spotted plumage identified him as a European Starling.
Joy stayed in a cage during the day, but evenings he was allowed to
fly about the house. Perching on our heads, shoulders, or the arm of a
chair, he''d watch TV and **** his head from side to side, screeching like
an owl during noisy action scenes. Our two old poodles tried to ignore
him, but he would swoop down, land on their backs, and search through their
fur for tidbits. Joy''s antics amused us for hours.
One evening the most delightful thing happened.
As I let him out of the cage for his evening routine, I greeted him as
usual. Not believing my ears, I called to my husband, "David, please come
hear this. Joy can talk!"
When David came in the room, our talented bird said plainly in my
voice, "I love you, Joy," "Give me a kiss," followed quickly by "Joy''s a
pretty bird." The little rascal, mimicking me, repeated all the phrases
I''d said to him. He even laughed like me! Next night he asked, "Where''s
the monster?" This seemed to be his favorite expression as he frequently
inquired about the monster. I''d never said this to him, so he must have
picked it up from some "scary" movie we''d watched together. Out of
curiosity, I put a tape recorder in his room when we were away. He talked
nonstop.
One night I heard a different sound. Looking around, I discovered him
taking a bath in our aquarium! Needless to say, he got his own bathtub the
next day. He enjoyed his daily baths, splashing water everywhere until we
bought him his own aquarium. (He''d had the right idea after all.) Besides
his tub, we placed some pots of grass inside. He enjoyed snacking on it,
plus he kept it well-watered as he shook his feathers to dry off.
Each night before retiring, I''d say "Good night, Joy" and he''d repeat
the words back. One night he didn''t respond. Something had to be wrong!
Joy was on the bottom of his cage struggling to breathe. We rushed Joy to
the vet''s office, but he couldn''t save him from an infection. Wrapped in a
soft, warm towel, he died cradled in the palm of my hands. The voice of my
beautiful little bird was stilled.
For six years, this wonderful, handful of iridescent feathers had
enriched and blessed our lives. I like to think he is flying high above
the Rainbow Bridge, dive bombing all the pets waiting there for us and
yelling, "Joy is a pretty bird." Or "Where are the monsters?" and "I love
you Joy."
-- Clara Wersterfer <cbwest @ webtv.net>
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THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES
by Lee Simonson
More than six months before Orville Wright took the world''s first
airplane ride and while Teddy Roosevelt was still standing in his bully
pulpit at The White House, someone was born in England who would become
just as famous.
Later, Bob Hope would say that as soon as he found out that England
already had a king, he and his family moved to the United States when he
was the ripe old age of 4 -- a time in his life when he had already become
an accomplished mimic.
He became an American citizen that year, and for the next 96 years he
captivated a nation and world.
It is nearly impossible for biographers to list his accomplishments.
Oh sure, he was awarded over 50 honorary doctorate degrees (not bad for
someone who never got his high school diploma) and was bestowed America''s
highest medals and honors.
Interestingly, though he starred in over 50 movies and hosted the
Academy Awards 18 times, he never won an Oscar. (He was awarded five
honorary Oscars, but none competitively.) He admitted that he and his
family called the annual Oscar celebration "the passover".
But his unparalleled radio, television and movie career will never
match the impact he made while traveling the globe and becoming America''s
unofficial "Ambassador from Home" to our military troops overseas.
Remarkably, Bob Hope entertained over 10 million troops in over 700
different locations! His family says that Bob considered it his
responsibility to be there to boost morale and give the troops a taste of
home. It was a labor of love he performed for nearly six decades. He
started entertaining troops back in 1941, before Pearl Harbor.
What made him different from today''s comedians is that even though he
poked jokes and teased the most powerful leaders in the world, including 11
presidents, he always did it respectfully. Everyone could laugh, even
though his jokes, admittedly, could be pretty corny.
One day, Bob came to work and it was the first time anyone had
actually seen him looked depressed. Fortune Magazine had just reported
that he was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. "Nobody will laugh when
they find out how much money I have. Being wealthy isn''t funny." However,
he overcame his wealth and joked soon after, "When my relatives found out
how much money I had, they came over and started ripping apart the
mattresses."
He was married for 69 years and was asked once what he attributed his
successful marriage to. He replied, "It''s easy. I''m only home 3 weeks a
year."
Linda Hope, one of his four adopted children, reminisced about her
father''s life. She explained that he was very happy and felt blessed and
was able to watch and listen to his 100th Birthday tribute which aired
recently on television. His longevity could be attributed to his ongoing
activity over the years -- be it his golf, or just taking a walk around the
neighborhood every evening. He loved getting massages to help his
circulation. He could take restorative cat naps almost anywhere, at any
time.
But beyond that, Bob Hope said "nothing in the world is better than
laughter" and he had the talent to extract it from even the toughest
audience -- his own family, when he tried out new jokes.
Melville Shavelson, one of his writers, summed it best when he said,
"Bob Hope won''t go down in history as the #1 actor. He probably won''t be
considered the #1 humorist. And he certainly wasn''t the #1 golfer.
However, he will always be known at the #1 human being."
As tributes poured in from around the world, his daughter Linda said
that when asked shortly before his death where he wanted to be buried, he
quipped, "Surprise me."
She said the family was around his bedside when he passed away. He
gave everyone a kiss, and as Linda said, "left with a smile on his face."
Funny, isn''t it?
In the end, he possessed what he had always given away.
-- Lee Simonson, Publisher, Heartwarmers
<lee @ heartwarmers.com>
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FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY
Julienne, 4, wanted to go to her grandmother''s house. Her mother
asked her if she wanted to go horseback riding while they were at
Grandma''s. "No," Julienne replied. "I want to go horsefront riding. That
way we can see the horse''s head!" -- Wanda Anastasio (friend of Julienne''s
mom) of Pittsburg, California
One night Alex, 7, asked, "Mom, where''s heaven?" Making sure that she
had heard him right, she repeated the question "Where''s Heaven?" to which
Alex responded, "Tsk! See, you don''t know. That''s the problem!" -- Beth
Padini (mother of Alex) of Garapan, Saipan (Northern Mariana Islands)
Amberlyn, 2, is in the potty-training stage. She was using the "big
girl potty" and she picked up a bathtub toy and dropped it into the toilet.
Her mother fished it out and told her, "No, do not put your toys in
there!" She said, "Toy? Toilet!" -- Dart (mother of Amberlyn and Waverly)
of California
Will, 3, was outside when a thunderstorm started. He saw a jag of
lightning and said, "Look, Daddy, there''s a crack in the sky!" -- Jeff
Kaiser (father of Will) of rural Albion, Indiana
Alyssa, 6, adores animals and has decided she wants to be a "pet
doctor" when she grows up. She was having a chat with her mother, and her
mother asked, "So, do you still want to be a veterinarian when you grow
up?" Alyssa replied, "You mean a ''pet-erinarian,'' don''t you, Mom?" --
Wendy Severt (mother of Alyssa) of Garrettsville, Ohio
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SIGHT UNSEEN
by Debra Gray Walter
It was a perfect neighborhood.
Oak-lined streets adorned the custom homes in this small, quiet
community. This was a place we could call "home". My husband, Tom, and I
knew that this was where we wanted to raise our three, young children.
One house in particular, caught our attention. It was beautiful. We
loved everything about it, except the price! After calculating our
payments, it was obvious that there was no way for us to make it work. It
was just too expensive. This was the only home for sale, so we concluded
that this wasn''t the time to move.
A year later, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, we received a phone call
from the owner of our "dream" home. Her house was still for sale, and she
was willing to sell it to us at our price! We couldn''t believe it! Her
contract with her real estate agent was soon to expire, and then we could
start the buying process.
We called our realtor to put our house up for sale, and made an
appointment on Monday evening to tour this home again. Excitement grew, as
I arranged our furniture, mentally in this house that was soon to be ours.
On Monday afternoon, the owner called us with unexpected news.
Her realtor had sold her house for the asking price. Since we hadn''t
sold our home yet, our hands were tied and our hearts were broken.
Our dream home evaporated from our grasp.
Discouraged, we now had a six-month contract with a real estate agent
to sell our home, and nowhere to go. We would have to wait and see what
happened.
Our wait wasn''t long. In fact, within the week we had an offer on our
house. This just couldn''t be happening! There were no homes for sale in
our desired location, yet in six weeks we were going to move, but where?
We began frantically looking in other areas, but nothing caught our
attention, much less our hearts. The days were passing quickly as I
diligently packed for a place as yet unknown.
With two weeks left before we closed on the sale of our home, we were
exhausted and soon to be homeless. Months before, I had planned a week
away with friends at a secluded retreat. My husband encouraged me to go,
since it now appeared that we would have to rent until a home that we
wanted became available. I was happy to leave and not have to think about
packing boxes and buying houses for now.
During my time away, a For Sale sign went up in our dream
neighborhood. Tom called to tell me that he had made an appointment to see
it. Being five hundred miles away, all I could do was wait and pray. Tom
took my best friend with him to tour the home, for a female''s input. As he
was walking up the sidewalk to the front door, he had a strong impression
that this was our home. Seeing the inside of the home just confirmed his
belief. My friend agreed that this home was one that I would really love.
The phone rang in our cabin, and I anxiously answered hoping it was
for me. Relief swept over me as I heard Tom''s voice. He began explaining
his first impressions as he walked up the sidewalk. With great detail,
something unusual for my headliner husband, he proceeded to describe every
inch of the home to me. Having looked at house after house over the past
four weeks, my husband knew what I wanted in a home. I trusted his
instinct, and we put a contract on it.
Our offer was accepted, and we were set to move in two weeks.
I''ll never forget the sensation of walking through our home for the
first time knowing that the decision had already been made, and we were
soon to live in the neighborhood of our dreams in this home! It was
surreal, but what an answer to prayer! Our search was over.
That was over ten years ago, and our children are now grown. The
memories we have made in this home will last a lifetime, but I will never
forget the way it was purchased -- sight unseen.
Yes, it has been a perfect neighborhood for us, and we anticipate
welcoming our grandchildren here one day, telling them this amazing story
of how we came to call this place "home".
-- Debra Gray Walter <debiwalter @ bellsouth.net>
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WE SEE WHAT WE WANT
by Al Batt
I was going for a walk in the woods with my wife''s faithful canine
companion, Gus.
Gus loved my wife, The Queen B, and only liked me when I let him ride
in my pickup or took him for a walk. This day, he liked me.
The woods were alive with birds, flowers and insects. I was happy to
see them all. The mosquitoes were even happier to see me. I was meals on
wheels to the skeeters.
Gus went exploring. I could hear him snuffling as he investigated the
various scents. Suddenly, I heard a commotion in a thicket. I ran to the
sounds.
There I found Gus. He was staring intently up a tree, making odd
growling noises while a bit of drool danced on his doggy lips.
I looked up into the giant bur oak tree to see if I could determine
the object of his attention. There in the crotch of the tree, maybe 15
feet above the ground, was a young raccoon.
I find baby raccoons cute and mischievous. Gus found them irritating
at best, and well worth chasing.
The little raccoon was looking down at Gus. I could see the fear in
the young animal''s eyes. (Don''t worry, the raccoon was never in any
danger.) Gus, being a dog, could sense the fear. Because he could think
of nothing else to do, Gus began to bark.
This wasn''t what the little raccoon wanted to hear and he had seen all
that he wanted to see of Gus. He put his paws over his eyes.
I found it cute. Gus found it confusing. Evidently, Gus had been
focused in on the raccoon''s eyes. Once the eyes disappeared, Gus got the
oddest look on his face. He stared up in the tree for a couple of minutes,
uttered a single, last bark and bounced back off into the brush.
We see what we want to see.
-- Al Batt <SnoEowl @ aol.com>
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