’The Cowboy said to the dog, ‘Howdy!’The dog replied, ‘Hello.’ The Rancher’s eyes pop wide.The Cowboy continued, ‘Is this your master?�...‘Yep, he sure is.’‘Does he treat you alright?’‘Sure does. Every day he takes me for a walk, he feeds me all kinds of great food, and once a week he takes me to the lake to play.’ Rancher was dumbfounded.The Cowboy said to the Rancher, ‘Is that your horse over there?’‘Yes.’‘Do you mind if I talk to him?’The Rancher replied, ‘I know the dog spoke to you, but I. "If you would, please."Richie stared at his mother. Her Aura was quiescent, no more than an inert cloak. He looked at the stove again. All his favorite foods were there, and his stomach rumbled in anticipation, though tempered with a bittersweet pang of memory.The last time he had enjoyed such a repast was when he was twelve. Two months prior, all evidence pointed to him having stolen another kid's lunch box, resulting in being grounded at the height of the baseball season. When it was finally. 00, I put my papers away and crossed the Green to my cottage, tucked into the woods that lined the east edge of campus. I opened a bottle of wine and set a piece of fish to marinate.Alice arrived with bread and salad. She wore heels, hose, a short skirt and a ruffled white blouse with a tight collar. We broiled the fish and enjoyed our wine and dinner, discussed some campus gossip, current events, and set a date to go to London for a show.As we finished dessert, there came a knock at the. “Well maybe you would like to volunteer” I said, hoping for an answer I knew I was not going to hear. She laughed and said no thanks and continued to eat. When the bell rung, me and Des got up, cleaned up, and got to class. At the end of the school day I wait for Des and gave her a hug that would last her for the next two week before getting on the school bus to go home.When I got home, the only think on my mind was getting in to the bed, but my uncle John was already there to pick me up. Uncle.