The Bulldog's Bark

Pa said a storm was coming. He was right.  It swept over the farm fast, like a blanket tossed across our acreage by the mighty hand of the Lord. The windpump by the porch started spinning, its blades whirring loud as Pa’s machine when it reaps the grain.  I stayed inside. I always stay inside. Ma said I ought to help out more, but I told her that’s what Levi is for, or else why does he stay here and not go off to school like the other boys in town. Ma didn’t say anything afte

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I put the thread through the needle and punched the needle through the cloth. I put the cloth on the doll and pulled the thread through...