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There is a beautiful, shiny 1930’s green pickup truck loaded with fruits, vegetables and flowers parked in front of the general store. I imagine that the truck belongs to the older gentleman sitting in a chair in front of the store who has brought his products to the General Store to sell to customers who stop at the store. 

When I was growing up my dad always had several hunting dogs running loose around our farm. I once found a pet white rabbit that had been abandoned in the field where I was hunting for wild rabbits with my B B gun. Instead of shooting it, I captured it and took it home.