The wind was so strong I could barely felt

The wind was so strong I could barely felt my hands which are currently in my sweater's little pocket. "Tessa! Tessa!" Someone yelled. To my amaze, it was her.."Grandma!" I cried.

She waved to me from the edge of the cemetery. Leaves blew through the chilly air. Grandma had certainly wandered far from her final resting place. I couldn't quite hear what she w

as wailing as I am not on the same linguistic plane as ghosts. So I nodded politely and smiled. My Grandma's ghost was really trying to say something. "Do you want directions?" I

asked. With hand gestures, moans and wails Grandma's ghost told me, "My bones! My bones! You will pay!" Then she faded away. This made me nervous. I hadn't buried her very deep.

You could see he nose, lips and tips of her does just below the dirt. So I got the lawn mower out, I took off the wheels and put tiny little rollerskate wheels on it to make it clo

what we called field sausage. That is why it was important to get the right tread pattern on your tires. To tight a tread and the meat gets stuck in the welts, too wide & it chunks

Field sausage has many culinary uses in survival situations like the preaent. I should be the first to write a recipe book.

Yes, I shall write a recipe book! However first I must fix my preaent survival situation. I'll

go to bed now, get a good night's sleep, & tomorrow everything will be fine. (12 hours later) Ahhh, what a beautiful morning! Eggs Benedict, anyone?