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I didn’t dare say a word about how she was the
one that had damaged the plant.

Grandma kept grumbling as she looked at the
broken branch on her bush. “They need to shoot
animals like that. Why, if I didn’t live in town, and if I
could own a gun, I would do it myself.”

I was surprised. “You aren’t allowed to own a
gun?”

“Oh, you can own one. You just can’t shoot it in
town. The only kind of gun you can shoot is a pellet . .
.”

Grandma stopped mid-sentence and got a strange
look in her eye. I knew that look well. It was the same
one as when she saw the skunk the first time. She said
we had to knock off of work early because there was
something she wanted to do. She ended up chasing off
a couple more dogs, but they had been in Grandma’s
yard before and were far more wary.

By lunch time, I had made it down one of the four

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