The next spring a wind storm came down across the hill, passed between the big rocks in Snookie's yard and blew away their outdoor toilet. It cut a path through Maw's back yard and headed straight for her apple tree.
The next morning Snookie and I stood in her backyard looking at the tree laying there, it's roots reaching up toward the sky like clawing fingers. And you know what? We were glad!
You know your going to be up to mischief when you're hanging out with someone called "Snookie"! lol Precious story. - Barbara
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