Cone, Part One

Here at the ranch things were pretty quiet. The boys were stacking firewood, and eating. The dogies had plenty of hay. There were rumors of coyotes, but none had been spotted. It was so warm that in the mornings there was fog, and the roads were shiny.

One morning the cone arrived.

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Link of the day: http://alicublog.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-truth-revealed-you-heard-that-obama.html