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wiping goat poop and hay off his rear end. He took the dogs and loaded them in the back of his little truck. He tied the "leashes" to his big tool box and said he was taking them to town.
    When he got back , I found out that he had driven up to town hall, walked up to one of the officers guarding the fuel trucks, and handed the leashes to the man. Mick said "Here's two damn dogs that keep chasin' my livestock. Thanks for takin' 'em to the animal guy for me." He jumped in his little truck and headed home before the officer could close his gaping mouth.
    He turned into the neighbor ’s driveway, got out of the truck, and knocked on the door. No one answered. He wrote a note on the back of an oil change receipt with one of Amber's "half melted but back to solid" crayons and stuck it in the screen door. The note said "Your dogs are at town hall and don't wanna come home."
    Mick has found himself on the ground too much in the last few days. He's sleeping in his favorite recliner, trying to snore the house in on himself. He's off work tomorrow and not going back 'til Monday.
    We smoked the turkey, baked the ham, and packed it all up into jars to save for later use. We had almost two canners full of meat. That made me happy.
     
    9:00 PM...
    The electricity's still on and the phones are back. I called Nana to make sure they were doing okay, and they are.
    She's worried about my sister and the boys. She hasn't heard from them today.
    Last she heard, they were gonna drive back today in a "convoy." They were still shy of getting everyone's vehicle gassed up and were working it out. I told her they should all jump in a couple of those big motorhomes they have, pool their gas, and come home. They can go back to Bristol later for any vehicles or trailers they left. She said she would tell my sister that when she talks to her again.
    I'm tired from my meat packin' day. I'm gonna read a few posts on the forums and lay down my weary head.
    A couple of people on the forums actually think space aliens brought this unknown illness. I'm pretty darn sure that if there are such things as space aliens able to visit different planets, they're far smarter and more advanced than we are. They'd take one look at us and laugh as they jet off to some place with more desirable life forms. They might check up on us in a couple thousand years.
    Mick and Jason are going out early tomorrow morning to search for our missing doe and check the fence line.
    Bye for now.
     
     
    Friday, January 3
    We found our doe, and then some. It was horrific and almost bowel losing scary. She was... Well, I better just start from the top.
    Jason went out to feed the goats this morning and came running back about ten seconds later , screaming "There's a human kid in the barn, not a goat kid, a real human kid!" Mick tried to climb out of the recliner but was having trouble because Opie was laying half way across his legs and up onto his chest.
    We looked around the breakfast table at one another like "what the heck?" Then , I was up. I grabbed my jacket, and headed toward the barn. Marisa and Jason were close on my heels and Mick followed as soon as he got himself untangled from Opie.
    Sure enough, right there in the corner of the barn stall, all mixed up with hay, was the cutest little boy I've ever seen. When he saw us, he sat straight up, jammed his little thumb into his chest, and said "I Cab!" just as proud as you please. He giggled and snorted a little while wrinkling his eyes and smiling with his baby teeth shining. I couldn't wait to get in there and gather him up.
    I went to open the gate and Mick grabbed my arm. He told me to be very careful and make sure there were no bite marks on the boy before I touched him. As soon as I swung the gate open , “Cab” pointed to Marisa and said "You Momma!"
    I approached him cautiously and couldn't see any bite marks. He looked chubby, pink, and fully alive. I noticed he was shivering a little but seemed too proud to let it show,