On the north side of the slough stood an old corn crib. It had been there for many years and it had seen better days.
We really never paid any attention to that corn crib until one day my dog, Jiggs, cocked his head, bared his teeth, started growling very low and took off for the crib. He ran to a hole that went under the crib and started digging in an extreme frenzy.
By: Sid Charf
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