A Muskrat Paw by Raymond A. Foss
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I don’t remember the scream, no I don’t remember it; but I might have been at school or down by the lake she never mentioned it probably too painful to discuss
You see Roger’s dad was a Trapper, no really, that’s what he did for a living not to get rid of pests, no he was a real trapper for pelts for sale how cool was that!! At least that’s how my sixth grade mind responded what could be better than that life sure I can get you a muskrat paw he promised I can’t remember the cost but it was well worth it so soft and foreign to all I had known before a piece of a living creature in my pocket with marbles and other treasures until wash day
July 19, 2006 18:00
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