Rufus – A short story — REBECCA PURSELL

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The sun rose, birds awakened, and the morning dew spread its fresh aroma over the spring green grass. Rufus opened his eyes slowly, wanted so very much to fall back asleep regardless of his uncomfortable bed. The family of Wren’s who lived in the Ash tree had allowed Rufus to sleep in the tree granted […]

via Rufus – A short story — REBECCA PURSELL

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