Little Peter Puma giggled his puma giggle – his Dad could NEVER find him when they played hide and seek!
The chief was considered a local landmark, but no one knew where he disappeared to every night between sundown and sunup.
He stood stoic against the post, looking outward toward the west, hoping to get a glance of his youngest son, now a young warrior, returning from his first hunt…
He had the heart of a lion, the vision to see the future, the posture of a man standing at a bar rail, and his Native American name was said to be”Cooks with Oven Mitt,” and he had stood sentry over this bodega for nearly a decade, ever since it’s owner had found him in a storage locker auction and nicknamed him Cookie.
She decided to tell him every way that “meet me at the Indian” offended her, but since he was also twenty-five minutes late, she left when her list had reached only six.
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