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T ABLE OF C ONTENTS

A Few Too Many by Heidi Champa

Having a Ball by Cari Z.

Along Came Spiders by Matthew Vandrew

Cuddling Up by Chris T. Kat

New Tides by Avery Vanderlyle

Care and Rehabilitation by Kim Fielding

Butterbean and the Pretty Princess Make a Home by R. Cooper

Jonno by Emily Gould

On an Eagle's Wings by A.J. Marcus

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road? by Skylar Jaye

Tears for a Broken Sun by Minerva Wisting

Stripped Bare by Lily Velden

Wild Horses by Kate Pavelle

Show and Tell by Liz Makar

The Conch Republic by G.S. Wiley

A F EW T OO M ANY

Heidi Champa

T HE sun was warm, and I was suddenly sorry that I had gone traditional

underneath my kilt. Just to be safe, I ran back into the house for my

tartan boxer shorts. This year, I’d just have to disappoint all my buddies

by breaking the rules. Jake, my sheepdog, jumped at my feet while I slid

the cotton up my thighs. He was anxious to get to the events. It was time

to defend his crown yet again.

For three years running, Jake was the king of the ring, the winner

of the sheepdog trials. He could break up a herd of those fuzzy little

bastards better than any dog in the world. The competition was going to

be fierce this year, but Jake was ready for battle. We never missed it, and

despite the heat, we would brave it again this year. Giving him a quick

rub on the head, we loaded into the car for another Highland Games.

While it wasn’t quite the real thing, it was as close as a small American

town could get to Scotland.

We arrived just in time for the start of the Highland dance

competition. Jake barked along to the music while I mingled with all the

usual suspects. There was nothing like watching drunken men throw logs

and metal weights around while wearing skirts to make you feel proud of

your heritage. I tossed back another scotch and tried to stay in the shade.

Jake and I warmed up under the trees, practicing the commands and

movements that would bring home the gold for Jake. Soon, we were

ready to go.

As last year’s winner, Jake got to go last. We watched the other

dogs run the course and then try to separate two sheep from the rest of

the herd. Most of them failed to get even one free. Damn, the sheep were

tough this year. But Jake looked sharp, his ears perked up at the ready,

waiting for his turn in the sun. I knew he was good for another runaway

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