| Kevin McCormack |
04-18-2011 12:04 AM |
I would expect no less from Mrs. V.A. She probably left it in the corner of the whitewashed interior of the milk house standing with a shard of canvas over the muzzles to protect it from the wren droppings from the rafters. When she went to pass pleasantries with the Amish milkers first thing in the morning on her way to the lower pasture where the brood cows had been ricked up all night; right after Jedediah's daughter whispered to her groomsman that a flight of woodcock had come into the far corner at dusk the night before. She probably filled a pocket of her shooting vest with a fistful of Western # 10's before she retrieved the little wand and headed for the slough.
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