And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.

He had to keep thinking of them because if he forgot them and did not think of them they might forget about him. And he had to keep hoping.

We make a mistake in thinking we own pets - the animals open their lives up and make us a part of them.

This is going to be murder," Fransic whispered to Mr. Trimes. "Pure murder." "I'm glad to see your confidence returning, Mr. Tucket. Just a few minutes ago you were ready to give up. Now you're talking about killing him." "I meant it the other way." "Oh.

Running with dogs is like dancing with winter

Patience, he thought. So much of this was patience - waiting, and thinking and doing things right. So much of all this, so much of all living was patience and thinking.

And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.