The Sunday Whirl

It seems the wire fence had been broken back on itself and was in need of repair. Probably some large creature did the damage. It was too late this day to do any repairs as a cold breeze signaled this day of ranch life was done and it was time to heed the dinner bell.

Joe had just finished his evening meal and heard a ruckus in the barn. Checking it out, found a nest disturbed and bloody feathers strewn about. No need to tell this news to his daughter Nell because she had taken care of this bird as a pet. Apparently some creature decided to drag the bird out to its den, leaving a bloody mess. Joe decided to inform Nell the bird’s disappearance was a sign of magic and the bird had changed into a ghost but would still be around at times.

Joe cleaned up all the mess and when satisfied, went back to the house. His wife and Nell were already in bed. The next morning Nell went out to say hello to her bird and found no trace except one feather resting on a hay bale. She ran into the house hoping for an explanation from her father. He started out “well you know it’s almost Halloween and there’s magic about…”

He got no further when Nell yelled at him practically shoving the bloody feather in his face. “No, dad, that’s not true…I’m not nine anymore and don’t believe that!”

Joe sadly told her the truth. Later he told his wife “kids grow up too fast these days.”

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