Sin Is Like a Wild Goose
By annie keys
One year my youngest son, Paul, told me not to thaw the turkey, he was going to go goose hunting. The day before Thanksgiving, before the sun was even awake, he headed out to hunt.
Indeed, he DID bring home a goose! I told him I’d cook it when it showed up in my kitchen sink plucked and gutted; mama doesn’t clean game.All smiles, he happily went outside with his hunting knife and [...]