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One Little Screech, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM Sandy pulled into our driveway and parked. The kids all piled out of the car and head for the house. Sandy followed with a sack of groceries. “Mom hit an owl,” Brenda said as soon as she came through the door. “It just swooped down and ran right into the car,”Continue reading “One Little Screech, From the Archives”

The Charcoal Sketch

D. E. Larsen, DVM The evening breeze felt good as our platoon staggered into the company street and lined up, hoping for a quick order to fall out. It was the start of our third week of basic training, and we had just returned from our trip to the rifle range. It had been aContinue reading “The Charcoal Sketch”

The Pup

D. E. Larsen, DVM I slid my chair back from the dinner table. It had been a long day at the clinic, and Sandy, who also got home late, had made tomato soup from the can and toasted cheese sandwiches. It was a quick and easy late dinner but adequate for us at this hour.Continue reading “The Pup”