The Veldt
“George, I wish you’d look at the nursery.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, then.”
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“George, I wish you’d look at the nursery.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, then.”
I will tell you something. I saw two roasted fowls flying, they flew quickly and had their breasts turned to heaven and their backs to hell, and an anvil and a mill-stone
The marvelous thing is that it’s painless,” he said. “That’s how you know when it starts.”
“Is it really?”
“Absolutely. I’m awfully sorry about the odor though. That must bother you.”
The road barely existed (the desert, like the sea, washes away all traces of the past), and our tour bus threatened to die on us from the moment we had entered the country, driving through the heart of the Sudd of Southern Sudan surrounded by the heat, the great above and beyond, a sweltering presence …
Long before gold was discovered in the Sierra Mountains, the pristine forest, hills and valleys lay in green and golden repose, as yet untouched by the hand of man.
In this land of yesterday, meadows were carpeted with flowers, gently waving grass, dense forests and snow-capped hills.
Here’s the full story. Our Black Lab, “Lucy” killed an old lady’s hen while on a walk. In horror, I offered to buy her another hen. She replied: “You dang well better.” (We live in Appalachia). I bought three chicks at the local farm supply store assuming at least one would die. All lived and …