Mr. Rempel

She held out a crayon drawing.

“Take it,” she hissed.

Jill examined the picture. In the center was something gray and furry that had tiny paws. Half its body was missing, replaced by furious scribbling of red crayon.

“What is it?” Jill asked, bewildered.

“Chelsea can tell you.”

“That’s a mouse,” the girl drawled. “He ran under a lawn mower. He got chopped in half. So Mr. Rempel caught the blood in acorn caps, because if you leave it out overnight, it chills and thickens. Like Jello. Blood has iron in it, and it’s yummy—”





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