Beneath The Snow
Feb 7th, 2024 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Winter arrived early. Sheep were herded off the pasture. Leaves gathered by Pa stood statuesque in domed heaps.
Grandpa didn’t look at them; reminded him of Quonset huts, the friends he lost in war. Our border collies stared and growled, sensing something amiss. I discovered why.
Furry heads with pink pointed snouts erupted like volcanoes from new, smaller mounds across the hushed terrain, spewing dirt from within.
Pa noticed? Doubt it. Rosie pulled him into town often.
With spring in a few months, planting season will bring him back to the fields.
He’ll learn all there’s to know about moles.
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