Our Christmas Goose
Oct 28, 2021
3 minutes
BY DOUGLAS SCOTT CLARK STURGIS, MICHIGAN
THIS LATE in December, the cow path near our house in Tennessee was still covered with leaves, but I knew snow would be falling soon enough. My younger brother, Buddy Earl, and I were on an important mission: Go to Uncle Tommie’s place and get a goose. The trek over Little Mountain and back to get there would be worth it. Uncle Tommie raised the best geese around, and he’d offered to give us one for Christmas dinner.
Dark clouds were gathering in the sky above
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