I turned from the woods, and saw a wonderful thing: a heavy wooden sledge harnessed to a pair of sturdy donkeys. I knew those donkeys from a picture on my great-grandfather’s wall. They were his grandfather’s, Nicolai and Gogol, from the old country.
This is the first story I sold. It was to an awsome on-line magazine, no longer with us, alas, with the wonderful name of Bovine Free Wyoming. Here is how awesome it was: this is the picture on their masthead. Is that swell, or what?…
