"All true stories end in death. And this is a true story." Briz philosophically quips from his favorite movie as we prepare for yet more funerals. The bright green tree frog became a frogcicle in our below zero temperatures, and we don't know what happened to Tootsie. She just lay in the bottom of her cage. Dead. I suppose we are really prepping our kids for life, because we speak at a lot of funerals. The flower bed outside Ladybug's window is full of corpses, some in home made coffins, others in the soft cloth. Each lovingly placed, each one eulogized. Ladybug is already angling for new fish. Big ones though.
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