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Kindling Kindness by Jennifer Chushcoff

JenniferOwen glared out the cottage window. “There’s nothin’ to do,” he said. “Never is.”

A beetle walked across the sill and he squashed it to feel its tiny exoskeleton crinkle flat. He held up his thumb to examine the iridescent shell in the sunlight. Beyond his thumb he caught sight of a woodchuck peeking out of its burrow in the orchard.

He hurried outdoors and cut across his mother’s garden, leaving a trail of bruised petals and broken stems. He filled a pitcher with water and rushed to the mound. The woodchuck saw him coming and ducked back into its hole.

Owen poured water into the burrow and kicked dirt over the opening. A smirk unhinged his mouth. “You’re a goner.”

A gray squirrel perched on a nearby wooden fence chittered at him.

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