By guest author Amos C. Wilson
“Amos, did you know that Jonah was swallowed by a big dog?”
The question came from my four-year-old sister as she stood barefoot in my garden, her curly brown hair a crazy mess in the wind. Today was gardening day. Once a week I came to work on the garden at the family’s house, and my arrival was usually greeted by several of my nine younger siblings — most often my six-year-old brother Jed — running out of the house with a dozen questions for me to answer. On one such occasion, Jed informed me that “Today was fun-school,” and I was going to teach them.
“All right,” I said. “What do you want me to teach you?”
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