Dug Out

Both of sides of my family grandparents lived in "mud cabins."

One, as an infant had her hand chewed by a rat. (It was not easy to strike a light - and the discovery - remained cloaked in darkness - until several times later the lamp was lit) The "star" scar she carried in the palm of her hand through out her life.

The other, making biscuts , had left the top off the flour barrel. He expected to be seriously chastised when a great glob of sod fell into the flour. The greater concern - of his Sunday napping father - was how to remove the four legs of the wandering cow from their roof.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

The dis-A-ball-ing cancer of mudcat appears to be in remission.