And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.
Gary PaulsenThings seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.
Gary PaulsenAnd the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.
Gary PaulsenThings seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.
Gary Paulsen