Word of the first winter storm came with the postman. He said it was in the hills and would cover the valley in the next two days. Auntie scoffed, saying it was too early.
“Look at all the acorns. If snow was coming, the squirrels would have them all stashed away already.”
“The pigs’ve been gathering sticks in the village,” the postman said.
Auntie said the only thing pigs knew was where to find the slop bucket. They laughed. The postman wished them a good day and left.
“That man carries more lies than letters,” Auntie said, still chuckling. “He’d be handsome, if he wasn’t so blind.”
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