Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
I stopped the tractor and jumped down. I stood the tree up on its cut end and looked at it. A perfectly handsome tree. Why anyone would have left it behind was beyond me. I loaded it onto the trailer and climbed back in. A few minutes later, I was turning in toward the barn when I spotted headlights coming slowly down the drive. I stepped down from the tractor.
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