“Aah, no! Don’t die on me. Monica, quick. Throw me my charger.”
The 10 year old tummy tuck rolled across her mothers bed. She looked from the door to the dresser. Placing a hand on her ear, she spoke in a low tone.
“Little bird, here. Do I have the all clear to retrieve the item?”
In the hallway, her older brother kept an eye on their Bernese Mountain Dog, Snaggle Tooth.
“Golden eagle gives ...