The Rooster Times

“Citrus Groves. That’s where we are traveling today. We are going to visit the Citrus Plantations in the San Fernando Valley.”

She loved to wave her arms in a wide sweeping motion, as if the whole world was her next destination for our Tourist Visits.

I thought the dog should hear this one, because we never would go anywhere without him.

“William Claude – Where are you?” Most likely digging a hole, or something like that, and sure enough he showed up with a bottle in his mouth.

“Pure Corn Whiskey “. That was a strange thing to find, but dogs will be dogs!

Mildred was the wife’s name, while I was called Harry Bison-a, which everyone said sounded French, but that’s what they say about everything that sounds foreign.

William Claude just staggered over to the dog dish and collapsed in the water. “Hmm”, I said. “Must be a…

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