Scruffy and The Crossing

It started the day of The Green Bag. It had been Blue Bag, Blue Bag, Blue Bag for years, ever since I came. Come in, chuck ‘em down, stomp, stomp, stomp. Crumbs on the floor! On the floor! Yes, yes, yes. Then out, tumbling, roiling, running across the lawn, the slope, the expanse of grass …

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