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My mare, Muñeca, stood steady but her ears lay back as I regarded an unexpected problem. For her this was to be a one-way trip to her brand new stable and our new home in another lakeside village.

My husband, bless him, is a regular guy. But he does come out with the damnedest things sometimes.

"What?" asked I, naively. Right away I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.

Translated by Louise Drummond

One evening at the beginning of the month of November: my son spoke to me by telephone, "Yesterday afternoon my nephew Jorge came to tell me, "I want to invite you and my grandfather. On the last day of this month I am going to marry."

Once upon a time in a far off country, there was a Papa Bear and a Momma Bear.  The bear, formerly known as Baby Bear, had grown and gone on to work at a hedge fund deep in the woods.  Papa and Momma lived comfortably in Castle Den, their historic home in Gumshoe Ville, a blue collar bear neighborhood.  Those inhabiting nearby dens loved them.  Papa was just months from retirement as a honey taster with Honeydew Corporation.  He had worked hard his whole life but had never felt comfortable because of mortgage payments and tax raises that always seemed to increase more than his meager wages and bear bennies.

At age 65, Edna Schneibel felt like she was not only going to survive but that she was really ready to blossom.  Her husband, Wayne, had passed away five years earlier, dying on his John Deere tractor, slumping over the steering wheel as if he were falling asleep while Edna watched helplessly from her kitchen window.  He left her with no children, a large mortgage and a little insurance that was now exhausted--circumstances that forced Edna to look for work.