Emmie walked up the path through the great green field across the street from her house to the friendly woods with the creek winding through them – and the creaky bridge over it – to play Poohsticks. They were the scary woods at night, but that is a different story.
“Psst. Oh-vuh he-uh.”
“What,” Emmie asked to nowhere.
“Over here. Look up.”
A crow perched on the lower branch of an Oak tree, shielded by drooping leaves.
“That’s a nice shirt you got thay-uh. What’d’ya want fuh it?”
“Excuse me?” Asked Esmeralda. Continue reading