Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
And I stepped one foot up onto the fence rail and leaned in to coo at them. Mom lifted her head to look at me, still unsure about all of us. It would take a while to earn her trust, and that was fine. Winnie, never having known anything but safety, came right up to the fence, Mom hurrying behind him to keep watch. And she let me reach out and give him a scratch along his neck.
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