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The Hornet’s Nest

D. E. Larsen, DVM The mid-July afternoon sun was hot as Dana, and I headed across the lower field of the Broadbent farm. We were headed to a fishing hole we didn’t often fish because of the brush. Suddenly, Dana stopped. “Wow!” he said. “Look at that bee’s nest.” On the highway side of theContinue reading “The Hornet’s Nest“

A Well Placed M-80

D. E. Larsen, DVM We stepped out of the gym into the growing darkness of a winter evening. It was a clear sky and no rain in sight. “We are done early,” I said. “Mom won’t be here for at least a half hour. We may as well start walking and meet her on theContinue reading “A Well Placed M-80“

The Battle of Ping-Li, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM It was the end of a busy afternoon when I leaned into the reception desk to check on what remained of the day. “I’m beat, how close to being done are we?” I asked. “You poor man,” Sandy replied. She seldom gave me any sympathy. “Your last appointment is in theContinue reading “The Battle of Ping-Li, From the Archives”