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Wheelbarrow

I was swinging on the verandah rail singing “Polly  put the kettle on” when our mother shot the baboon. I had high pigtails and a gingham dress. The baboon was eating the villagers’ maize. They took it away in a wheelbarrow … Continue reading

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Chicken

I wish he’d get on with the digging—I just know the rest that worm is wriggling down there and I want it. Rain made the soil toily but bejewelled my fine white feathers. He’s stopped. Again. He’s just staring at … Continue reading

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