some discussion

One year the family were plagued by dead squirrels. They were piled before our doors and dumped in our cistern. The family wondered if it was an animal or a person. They didn’t think they had any enemies, but couldn’t find any tracks or spoor of an animal. Only a few years later when one of the sons went to the city did he learn what it was. Someone, when they learned where he was from, remembered a story that was in the city papers at the time.

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