Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Silky has started a bug collection. In her stomach. Along with the bark she skinned from a table leg, the bruised and blackened half of an apple, the hindquarters of something small and dead,  half a roll of paper towels, a potty pad, an assortment of squeakers and a great deal of mole-flavored dirt, "For the bugs to play in," she says. 

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