From Bubba’s journal: Dawn found me crawling under the feed-shed door like someone in a spy movie, except my sidekick was a disgruntled rooster and the villain had four legs and an ungainly sense of entitlement. Daisy, bless her beard, had jimmied the latch like a tiny, determined locksmith and was mid-chew when I burst…
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