Thursday, March 5, 2009


And then, just as spring was emerging with confidence, a family moved into the old farmhouse on the other 5 acres.

They had kids nearly the right ages, a hippy-like mom, and a dedicated hippy dad.

They wanted goats and chickens.

And all seemed right and good.

But it wasn't. Strange things began to happen. And I didn't know what to do.

1 comment:

Real said...

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