“Alice’s Last Day”

On this bright and chilly morning, Nugget was torn away from his perch on the lip of   Jackie’s tulip planting pot by Muggle’s war cries, which, proudly puffed up, he was required to reciprocate from a higher viewpoint. “Where’s Nugget?” (49). Later, we drove into the forest, taking School Lane out of Milford onContinue reading ““Alice’s Last Day””