I was ice fishing the Muskie Cove in the morning, closer to dawn than to noon, and I randomly look up and there he is, a mink. He was cruising along the shoreline and before I could even get up to pursue, he disappeared into a burrow. That’s what they do, they have a den dug out somewhere in the shoreline, and they don’t need a very big hole to climb through. You won’t see them much during the day, they’re a rare find.
This has been the twelfth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:
The Monksville Chronicles
- A novel about storytelling
- Book stats:
– 276 pages
– 72,749 words
– The Here and Now | I
– The Sandbox | 0.5
– Revision Date: July 20, 2021
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If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~