The inside of my house grew notably dark in the mid-afternoon. Obviously, something big was wrestling with the sun and winning. When I stepped out the door to investigate, I found a purple sky out there.
Not
Barney purple. Zinc and rotten plum purple.
To
the west, I saw a big, churning storm spilling over the Continental Divide and
pouring darkness into the valley.
Opposite
the storm, to the east, puffy white thunderheads had stacked up into an
impressive wall of their own. A brewing wind rather urgently ushered me to the
east end of the house, where I discovered the grim thing still there in the
grass.
Early
in the morning, Desiree discovered what can only be classified as bunny rabbit
parts. In the dark hours of the previous night, something killed and ate most
of a bunny there, punctuating another day of country living.
To be
honest, Barney always annoyed me.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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