A St. Patrick's Day Tribute to the Luckiest Little Clover I Know

When I happened upon this lonely little four-leaf Clover, she was wilted, trampled on, stomped over by life. A life she didn't deserve. A life that left scars.

But I picked her. I picked her because I knew she was special. I planted her in my home and nourished her with plenty of love.

And then, an amazing thing happened:

 

She grew into the most beautiful good luck charm.

 

At times a lovely, delicate flower…

…but with all the sass of a fiery Irish redhead!

  I will post Clover's full story sometime soon…

 

Happy St. Patrick's Day from Clover…
 

...and Snuggles, too!

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A Thanksgiving short story...

Gather 'round, kids, while I tell a story as old as the ages.

336 Thanksgivings ago a giant man ate all the pilgrims.

The End.

Happy Thanksgiving to all! Here's hoping a giant dude doesn't eat you and yours this holiday.

A Short Story

It was the summer of '67. A late storm was blowing through and folks were scattering, much like stuff that scatters. All the stores on Main Street closed up shop. It was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon but already the sky had darkened to a dusky hue. I stood under the awning outside Molly May's Bonnet Shoppe and cursed myself for leaving my umbrella at home. I ran for my car, charging through puddles without regard for my already ruined and soaked state.

Suddenly, I stopped cold. What I saw would change my life. Directly in front of me was the most shocking thing I'd ever seen. It was -

The End.