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!
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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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