The carpenter ants at the union hall read the posters on the opportunity board and massed for the task. George the Squirrel had asked for a contractor’s team to do some steep remodeling work as half his tree home had been bruised seriously by hurricane winds.

His wife Millicent had cheated on him and she would pay, but to Everett Harley it was much deeper than being unfaithful;

Mother Sow, setting up a birthday party at the back of the barn for twin piglets, said she’d send out for a pizza delivery. “Six ought to do us,” she said, “and we’ll order the big size.”

Jim Hedgerow was the boss of Riverbank Cemetery’s burial crew, and this morning he was scratching to make sure he had enough help to “open up” a few places for “quick deposit.”

Evolution begins with origination, initiation, brainstorm, hunch, self-starter mode, or a plain accident, all which may treat the beginning of an idea, a product, or a belief.

They flocked into the huge auction barn like two gaggles of geese, light blue and dark blue in dress and bonnets, the Amish ladies on a Saturday night out in Middleton, Ohio.

It’s happened more than once we know, and this latest race was supposed to end like the others.

At 33 Nell Pillings was a momma’s girl, always had been, and it didn’t bother her what people said.

The trout was a brilliant rainbow, colors of a memorable arc on his underside, and yet, for all his wariness and guile, found he was hooked at the side of his jaw.

My Dodge window van, 1975 model, was loaded with family, relatives, and a native guide to fishing holes near Lakeville, New Brunswick.