The Rabbit Husk

Hershey liked going to the river.  When we got to the top of the berm the first time she went with her buddy Rex, she stood stock still and stared.  It was probably the most water she’d seen in her life to that point (subsequent trips to the ocean would change that) and she seemed boggled that such a glittering, meandering thing could exist. An unhooking of leashes, and a race down the hill later and she was chest deep in it, romping with Rex.

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The Rabbit Husk