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Tom Wiggins, Letter Carver & Writer
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Tom Wiggins, Letter Carver & Writer Skip to main content Tom Wiggins, Letter Carver & Writer Search Search This Blog Posts The Fate of the Cows October 08, 2024 “I’m worried about the cows,” Mother said. Father looked up from his newspaper. “ The cows? ” “Yes, the fate of the cows.” Father folded up his newspaper, removed his reading glasses and took a sweet out of his jacket pocket. He unwrapped it slowly. It was a Sherbet lemon. It was bright yellow even in the half-dark. “Indeed, the cows,” Father said. “The fate of the cows.” He placed the sweet in his mouth and closed his eyes. We knew not to disturb Father while he was sucking a sweet. I continued spinning a brass button on the floor. Mother was looking at the fire. Her mind was in the cowshed. In the silence I could hear a moving and a not-moving. It was seven or eight minutes before Father finished his sweet, at which point he opened his eyes. “The cows will come...
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