“Gord, do you know any ghost stories?” asked Cherie the brown thrasher. She was sitting underneath the bushes she called home, which lined the back wall of her friend Gord the polar bear’s home at the zoo.
“Why, Cherie,” replied Gord with a smile. “I didn’t think you liked such stories.”
“Normally I don’t,” she replied. “But for . . . → Read More: Hellhound Of Heaven
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