by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
Herb and I have a great doctor. The little rascal can out-diagnose the best and he keeps up-to-date on the latest tonics, pills, and potions. If the paperwork doesn’t kill him we plan to keep the guy forever.
But there’s one malady I’ve contracted that even the town’s finest physician can’t cure. After a long weary year of wars, epidemics, tyrants, and weather