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I Growled A Kid

My little brother Billy was a  character; everybody loved him, and he was one of the happiest kids you could  be around. I was witness to his devious side, though; especially the way he would torment our youngest brother, Ken. You can read about that in my poem, He’s Aggravatin! Some humorous stories about Billy are, Tramp… The Rest of The Story, and Ken: I Had to Go!, and Making Billy Smile. Read the rest of this entry »

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Don’t Miss This Story

At 7:00 this evening, I’ll be posting another story about my little brother, Billy. If you don’t have time to catch it tonight, stop by and read it tomorrow. It’s my favorite story about Billy! My little brother Billy was a  character; everybody loved him, and he was one of the happiest kids you could  be around. I was witness to his devious side, though; especially the way he would Read the rest of this entry »

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Tramp… The Rest of the Story

 I told you about my first dog, Tramp; the one that was half coyote, half border collie. The coyote part of him made him a sneaky little dog, and at night he would roam the nearby hay fields, hunting rabbits, mice or other small game. I never actually saw him hunt, but he was free to roam, as we had no fence, and I often saw him trotting away toward the fields. On a few occasions, I found him with blood on his muzzle in the morning. Read the rest of this entry »

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