By Patrick Dongvillo, Oregon
I was driving home on a stormy night, when my headlights suddenly outlined a solitary goose standing in the farm’s driveway. This goose shouldn’t be here. It’s supposed to be in the barn, I thought. With the safety of the farm, domestic geese never really learn to fly; they just become fat and happy. So this lone goose would likely be a sitting duck for some hungry coyote.
by Harold Klemp
A horseman was riding along a road, and far up ahead he sees something lying right smack in the middle of the road. So he goes up there, and he sees it’s a little sparrow, lying on its back. He says, “Are you hurt?” The little sparrow says, “No.”
by Harold Klemp
Up ahead he [the writer] noticed a grubby-looking little art store, the kind of place he normally wouldn’t bother to patronize. An empty parking space was right in front, and suddenly he got the feeling that the ECK was steering him to it. He quickly pulled over to the curb, parked his car, and went inside…