Cooking for One
I remember the sad face, a tear plopping -- almost off the glossy page of my oversized book. Because he was lame, the squirrel could only forage his dinner from what the other crea…
I remember the sad face, a tear plopping -- almost off the glossy page of my oversized book. Because he was lame, the squirrel could only forage his dinner from what the other crea…