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Mar 2014
When I was a little girl, my father ate muskrat, that had ugly teeth.  They even had long pointed toes, sticking out of their feet.
When it was time for dinner, my father only ate alone.  To join in with his meal, the family left him on his own!
Once he bragged to some "Big Time Men," he treated his family with care.  When he opened the refrigerator, guess what they found there?
They saw lying, on an old white plate, a skinned up smiling muskrat, lying beside its mate.
We were so embarrassed!
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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