He was a mongrel. She found him rummaging through her trash. She bathed him, fed him, and comforted him.
© 2011, Mark Rosenblum
He was a mongrel. She found him rummaging through her trash. She bathed him, fed him, and comforted him.
© 2011, Mark Rosenblum
They’d had enough of this seventh son of a seventh son nonsense. Bailing him out again, they agreed it was time to tell him he was adopted.
©2011, Susan Howe
Among relatives and friends she could forget about her condition. But she knew staring strangers in the street would remind her soon enough.
© 2011, Simon Kewin
For four years now they’d raced and Ron remained top dog. The younger Ian thought this was hisyear, but Ron still had the mongrel instinct.
©2011, Gayle Beveridge
They said it was a new breed. “It’s a mongrel,” replied the dog show judges. “Of course, the beginning of any new breed must be a mongrel.”
©2011, Gayle Beveridge
