Dreamt a little buck somehow had his antlers stuck in the mailbox. He was struggling, trying to pull them free.
From Hot Blood
Four That night a while after we’d all gone to bed a soft rapping came to our door. Grafton woke up first. “Francis,” he whispered, “s...
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