Kate Broughton
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Buster the Fearless
As three big brown and white dogs raced toward him; my son’s young system went into shock. His hair stood on end, his pulse raced, I could see his small blue eyes darting around the garden to ascertain if rescue was imminent; it was not! I was twenty paces away. The full horror of the situation was now dawning on him; he was on his own. His eyes grew wider, and his mouth parched as the three farm dogs, bowled him over like a wooden skittle. Not only was he incidental to their garden game, but the lightness of his body meant that he was spun into the air and landed thud on the wooden deck.
By Kate Broughton4 years ago in Families
The Owl Who Saw Color
Next to my hunting corner, there is a mark, "2222" on the wall behind me. My brother loves to say it is because "you have two ears, two legs, two wings, and two more chances of catching a mouse" he then rolls with laughter and pretends to fall off his perch. I know that the last "2" is because I have two eyes and that I can see in rainbows, but I have never told him that. I love seeing in rainbows, it is better than catching mice.
By Kate Broughton4 years ago in Fiction
