(mother-in-law’s childhood recollections)
On frigid nights, we used to huddle together under furs in front of a roaring campfire. The flames not only warmed us, it drove off the beasts of the night. We could hear hungry T-Rexes bellowing in rage, but we were safe. Daddy liked to tell tales of the elder days—wish I could recall them. We would drift off to a sleep like none other. Those were the good, old days!
[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth hit the coffee hard]
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