October 19, 2009
Pa said not to do this–name birds and such—but he’s gone fourteen years now and I do mostly as I please. We weren’t much for sparrows or ‘keets. We were canary people, long as I can remember. They died quick—first whiff of that bad air. Sparrows were fighters, and my people liked an early alarm. [...]
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October 3, 2009
You know your son’s a werewolf, and you know exactly when the full moon occurs. Why then do you not chain him up in the garage with either half a cow or a live goat, thus sparing everyone his rampage? The trick is to have something to occupy his need for bloody mayhem. Something he’ll [...]
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