The ride to the hospital was anything but normal. Things moved on their own, and the paramedics were freaking out. Turd had snuck onto the ambulance. Sara noticed their nervousness and confusion. “It’s ok. It’s only Turd, the family ghost,” she said with a smile.
“Ghost?” asked one of the paramedics. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
“He was supposed to keep an eye on the girls until we got here. Apparently, he lost control.”
“What were they doing, anyway?” asked the other paramedic.
“I don’t know for sure,” said Sara. “I’ll have to ask Pickles when we get to the hospital. In the meantime, Turd, could you behave so they can do their job?”
Turd grabbed hold of one of the guys heads and nodded it up and down.
“TURD!”
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My name is Yochana, or Yo, for short. Growing up on a farm in southeastern Ohio was pretty lonely, so books and art became my best friends. I wrote my first piece of "fan fiction" in fourth grade. It was based on the movie, "The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman," starring the late Cicely Tyson. That same school year, I wrote a poem that my teacher sent off to a publisher friend. He told her to give me a few years. A little over 20 years later, my poems were published. That to me was a few years.
Since then, I've been a reporter who horrified the editors with my grammar skills, wrote for campus publications, written humorous company training manuals, and have written three books.
These days, I'm back on the farm taking care of my mom, and living in a '95 Jayco Eagle Mini-motorhome with my cat, Lillie, and three grandkittens. (Thanks, Lillie.)
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