Now Mar was just sitting back taking this all in until one day she spotted a porcupine in the field. She brought this to my attention quite exuberantly. I was heading out the door to attend a class in Manchester, but I knew I had to put my money where my mouth was. I'm pretty sure Mar did not think I would deliver.
So picture this: me standing in the middle of the field dressed in office attire, placing the one tiny bullet into the shaft of the rifle, taking aim at a really cute porcupine that was enjoying a feast of clover. I pulled the trigger and the little guy fell over dead as a door nail.
To Mar, I called myself Annie Oakley. On the way to class that evening, I cried like a baby! Oh, and Bruce had to take care of the critter, which when he did, he discovered something quite extraordinary, but that's another story.