telling tales...
Kabu mentions how Wiley likes to hear her stories of her growing up, and that made me think of what stories I might tell. There was the mouse-hunt in the barn, when I was 4 or 5. We loved playing in the hay barn, jumping from the loft down into the big loose haystack beneath. I spotted a mouse up in the loft one day, and decided I would catch it, but of course, I kept missing the scampering little guy. Finally, I jumped for it and went right over the edge to the loose hay below. I complained to... Sign in to see full entry.