Thought of a Winter Oak. by S. C. Richmond
Thought of a Winter Oak. ‘Here he comes again, same time every day. How would he like it? I must admit it’s nice to have a bit of warmth.’ The dog and its owner stop for a moment, sniff and pee, then wander on. ‘Not even a thank you.’ Oak sighs. ‘It’s all well and good […]
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