I was looking on my great, great grandfather Flint Riverclaw and his mate Jessica.

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)


Just
as I turned to leave, I noticed something. 
It was a red trunk which looked worn with time.  It was half hidden, underneath another
cardboard box and for the life of me, I don’t remember seeing it before.  But I felt this undeniable urge to
investigate, or maybe it was one of my all-knowing feelings?


“B!”  I heard the distant call of my husband.  “Your