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Dairysville The soft glow of morning dawned over Dairysville Valley. Willard Freeman rested under a tall oak tree overlooking the valley. He loved the valley; every rock and flower, every book and stream. He loved the people of the valley too; each person had something to add to the whole community. You might say they all blended together like good soup. But most of all he loved the cows that grazed contently in valley and on the hills surrounding Dairysville. From his vantage point on the h...

  Spider’s web   The old man had been driving truck for over twenty years; to say that he had seen everything in his travels would have been an understatement.  It was not surprising  then that when he spied a spider’s web on the side mirror of his rig, he paid it very little notice. He was sure that after a few hard highway miles, the web would be shredded by the fierce winds passing over his rig. He climbed into the rig and headed down the highway. After man...

Spider’s web The old man had been driving truck for over twenty years; to say that he had seen everything in his travels would have been an understatement, so when he spied the spiders web on the side mirror of his rig he paided just a passing notice to it. He was sure that after a few hard highway miles the web would be gone; shredded by the fierce winds passing over his rig. He climbed into the rig and headed down the highway. After many miles that day, he stopped for the night. Jus...