Marge the Barge
**Marge the Barge** _by Mary E. Lowd_ "You're distracted," Lizzie said. The asymmetrical white splotch on her tabby face made her look sloppy and unprepared, even when she was dressed in her prim skating leotard with her ice skates tightly laced up...
Sheeperfly's Lullaby
**Sheeperfly's Lullaby** _by Mary E. Lowd_ Sheep tell many tales as they graze. There's little to do in a grassy field but count the clouds, search for four-leafed clovers, and tell tall tales. Yet, some of the sheep's tales are true, and when...
The Mouse Who Was Born a Bear
**The Mouse Who Was Born a Bear** _by Mary E. Lowd_ Maureen lumbered toward the Re-Incorpus Center, feeling horribly large and conspicuous. Wire fencing on either side of the sidewalk protected her from the yelling protesters. Nothing protected her...
A Real Stand-Up Guy
Topher checked his watch and peeked out around the dusky red stage curtain. There was a full house in the bar tonight. If he played them right he could get all the tips he needed, and tonight could be the greatest night of his life. He put a paw to his...
The Carousel of Spirits
The carousel turned, and Artie watched the ponies go by. He shifted his weight as he sat on the green, metal frame bench. It was one of many around the edges of the giant, window-walled room that housed the carousel. Artie was beginning to think that...
Weremoose
A shadow of antlers stretched ominously over the snow. Darkfoot crouched behind a fallen log. White flakes tickled his muzzle, but he dared not shake them off. With its long legs, the moose could easily outrun a young wolf like him. Or kick him in the...
The Best Puppy Ever
The hospital lights flash in my eyes, and a man wearing blue scrubs injects me with a needle. I can't feel my body anymore, and all I can see is his blue-clothed back and the nervous faces of my owners, Geoff and Bree, looking down at me. I can see...