THEY WERE OUT in the fields again; the same boy, the same battered old 12-gauge shotgun and the same dog. It was all just as it used to be, but still different. And one of the different things was that Mom was not sitting in the car watching them hunt. Mom never really had approved of his hunting...
Sketch: Vol. 18
, Article 8.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol18/iss1/8