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Burl Wood


I know somebody’s in there.

While all else is faltering, my nose has yet to fail me. Today it has brought me here—to this old tree.

That tree with the big knot of burl wood. Just large enough to hide its hole. Bulbous. Irregular. Curiously golden in contrast to the grey bark from which it has emerged. It is too big for me to climb.

I point for momma. I sniff again. Do not be afraid, I try to tell him with a wag of my tail. I just want to ask you to come out and play.

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