Episode Four

The Short Stories of Waldo

There I sat, listening to the sad man tell his story.

It appeared to me that he had gone back at least twenty years to start the story. I was beginning to worry about gathering any more mushrooms or leeks. However, if anyone needed to tell his story it was this man.

And he continued telling me about the pretty little blond girl that lived down the dirt road and the day she first spoke to him.


“Hi” she said quite spritely.

“Hello to you also” I answered.

“We became friends and spoke with each other often. She appeared to be quite interested in me and asked many questions regarding how I lived, what I ate, what I read and what the inside of my cabin looked like.”

“The questions were easy to answer; well – – – all of them except what my cabin looked like inside. It was…

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