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Bacon, Marmalade, Shallots

“Bacon, marmalade, shallots. Bacon, marmalade, shallots.”

Hilda, an elderly giraffe, kept repeating to herself. She was watching her grand-calves over the weekend so her daughter, Gisela, and son-in-law, Santiago, could attend a retreat called Closer to Sky in Sedona. Hilda thought that unless Sky referred to a being, giraffes had natural proximity to it and should not waste three days on such nonsense. But what did she know?

“Bacon, marmalade, shallots,” Hilda mumbled again. That was the list of unacceptable food items she was given when the parents left. The little ones were in for a savory-sweet treat.


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