Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Gladys and Her Wee Little Ones
Not long later, though, here they come, peeping up a storm as they dash around looking for dear old mum. When they find her they get all happy and prance around and peep up another storm.
Poor Gladys. All in all, she's a good mother. Only two of those fawns are hers. I think she adopted--or was adopted by--the third one born to a deadbeat mom.
Meanwhile, I'm hammering away on my next Frank Leslie tome--BAD JUSTICE, a Colter Farrow yarn!
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