Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
American tourists with roots in rolling mountains and cows mooing in Norwegian dialects, they assumed it was fine: drive up to the rural farm, request a tour. Continue reading
Sweet Memory
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The Littlest Christmas Goat Trilogy
1. A Christmas Surprise
“Mom! I can’t find him anywhere!” Janie stumped down the attic stairs, empty-handed.
“That’s ok, I got us something new.”
“Elf on a Shelf is a Christmas tradition!”
“We have to change with the times. It’s been a rough couple of years.” Mom pulled the new tradition out of its paper bag. “Isn’t he cute?”
Janie looked doubtfully at the curving horns, tiny fangs and sharp cloven hooves. She read the tag. “He sees you when you’re sleeping.” Continue reading
Trading Up
Did he follow?
He never had. She’d always looked back, grabbed his hand to pull him with her. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 