Mr. Rempel

“Well, I know what Mr. Rempel does to nosy dogs.”

“And what’s that?” Jill said cautiously.

“Mr. Rempel finds porcupine quills, in the woods sometimes. When he falls asleep inside a tree, sometimes a dog comes sniffing around. He waits until they get up close, then jabs a quill right in their eye.”

Chelsea violently thrust her arm forward.

“Jabs as hard as he can. That quill blinds ‘em good. The dogs cry and run in circles.”

Jill stared at her daughter, horrified. She cleared her throat sharply.





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