Fortitude by Melanie P Smith

by Melanie P. Smith
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The sun peeked over the horizon, illuminating the thin layer of fog that covered the entire field. Horses whinnied and a large bull pawed the ground; making a thumping sound that echoed throughout the entire valley.  Timmy crouched low to the ground, determined to succeed. He was starving and that fresh pie on the window sill looked delicious. He moved forward, stopped, waited; then, moved forward again. Nearly there…

Suddenly, large hands gripped his shirt and he was dangling in the air… busted!

“Beat it, kid.”

Timmy hit the ground running, he’d be back… tomorrow. And, next time, he’d succeed.


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